***I wrote this post a while ago, but only felt comfortable enough now to share it. And now that life is “slowing down” and getting back to normal, I can hopefully get back to my regular updates.***
The weird part is that I feel like I shouldn’t be upset. That this was no big deal and happens to lots of women, many who don’t even know it happened to them. But it’s been a tough couple of weeks for me, not knowing whether or not I was pregnant.
Trav and I have been trying for a little while now. A few weeks ago I was feeling a little more run down. My stomach got upset easily, and I was getting headaches every day. I never have headaches. So I took a test, and it was positive, but the second line was only barely visible. So I took a second test the next day, and the next day, and one more. The line kept getting more and more prominent. But something else was becoming more prominent, too. I was having lots of minor cramping and bleeding. I told my husband the exciting news over dinner on his birthday date night, then I made an appointment the following Monday to see the Ob.
The Ob confirmed my pregnancy, but the ARNP was concerned about the bleeding, so I had a blood draw that morning and scheduled to have it drawn again two days later. They wanted to test that my hCG levels were at least doubling. That week, the bleeding and cramping continued, and my pregnancy symptoms were beginning to disappear. Someone online mentioned she bleed throughout the first three months of her pregnancy and went on to have a healthy baby, so I was still holding on to some hope, but I kind of also just knew something wasn’t right, and it wasn’t going to happen for me. The afternoon after my second blood draw I spent trying to get ahold of someone who could tell me my results. I had gotten a call the previous day that Tuesday’s levels were 77. I wanted a definitive answer, but the nurse told me Thursday’s levels were 144. My levels went up but not drastically. By then, I wasn’t cramping anymore, but I was still bleeding. They set up a sono appointment for me 2.5 weeks out. I bled the entire weekend and on Monday called to tell them that I was still bleeding and wasn’t experiencing any pregnancy symptoms.
They brought me in for a sono that afternoon. Couldn’t find anything. The doctor decided to run another pregnancy test. It came back negative. So there you go. In the span of less than one week, I went from officially being pregnant to not. I have to go in for one more blood draw to make sure my hCG levels have evaporated, and then we’ll have to wait at least a month before we can try again.
This part was easy to write, but the emotions involved are harder to explain. I had all the normal, crazy thoughts running through my head when I first took that positive home pregnancy test. “Oh, here we go again!” “Is this really happening?” “Life is about to change.” “Am I ready to do this again, with a toddler?” And then there was the confusion of not knowing whether or not my pregnancy was failing. I just wanted an answer, yes or no, this is happening, this isn’t happening. I didn’t want to wait 4 weeks or 2 weeks to hear the answer I was pretty sure I already knew. My doctor made a comment that most women don’t even know they’re having a miscarriage when it’s this early on in the pregnancy. Most just assume they’re having a heavy period. (Actually, she kept using the word “mensies,” and I kept thinking, “Is that an actual medical term, or is she trying to sound young and hip because she thinks I’m either of those two?”) But I’m not sure how someone can bleed for two weeks straight and not think something’s up.
And then there are those other questions. Did I cause this? I start going through my timeline and picking out everything that could have been a cause. I taught Sh’bam that one night and remember my stomach hurting. I drank three cups of coffee that one morning. I had wine. Could too much intercourse have caused this?
Maybe something I did caused it, maybe not. I’m okay now.* Well, I’m relieved to know. As a planner and a neurotic person in general, I just needed to know. And now that I do, I can move forward. Enjoy my birthday plans with my girlfriends. Enjoy a mini-vacation with my family in May. Have some Mimosas with my mom and grandmother on Mother’s Day. Enjoy a little more time not being pregnant. And then I’ll try again. And maybe the next time will be the one.
*The loss is still hard. Not as hard as someone who got to hear a heartbeat or see a little peanut on an ultrasound. That would be even more devastating. But I still feel the loss. My joy was taken away quickly, so I should be thankful that I didn’t have a chance to get too invested. I’m disappointed. I’m sad at times. But I’m okay. And I’m grateful for everything that I already have.