In the last post I left off in March, post miscarriage with Dr.'s orders to wait 3 cycles before we were to try and get pregnant again. There's nothing significant that comes to mind for those three months, although I'm sure a lot of incredible stuff probably occurred. For your sake and mine I'll fast forward to June. This way I don't have to ramble on about some extremely important, possibly fake stories to pass the time. Wait, I did get chickens somewhere in those 3 months. I'll save that for a farm animal story :-)
June 2012. June marked an exciting month - 3 cycles had passed! Finally, we could get back to baby-making. The middle of he tmonth we hosted a BBQ at our house so our families could visit and see our new home. This BBQ happened to take place on our 4th anniversary, so even after a long, exhausting day, rollin' in the hay definitely happened. I'm sure this also happened a few days before our anniversary and possibly a couple after. How else does/should a couple who's been having protected sex for 3 months celebrate their anniversary?
June 30th. We went with Mr W's family to a professional baseball game. I had been having some pregnancy symptoms (mostly sore boobs) so I was pretty confident I was pregnant again. When we got home from the baseball game that night, we took a HPT. POSITIVE! Did we read it correctly? Yep, a second one = POSITIVE! Again, we were so incredibly happy and couldn't believe how lucky we were to get pregnant on our first month of trying.
July passed without any complications. I had every pregnancy symptom possible, except for morning sickness. I never had any morning sickness with my first pregnancy either, I figured I was a lucky one. I was also in the middle of changing insurance at work, so I wanted to wait until my insurance change was finalized to schedule an OB appt.
My OB appt was on August 7th. I felt confident going in this time and my OB confirmed everything seemed to be right on track. He tried to find a heartbeat. Heartbeat couldn't be found, but he reassured me it was sometimes hard to find a hb early on. Nonetheless he ordered an US to help relieve my fears. I was feeling lucky that US was able to get me in 1hr later, because by this point I was really needing some reassurance, nothing like being pregnant after a loss!
I get changed and enter the US room. The US tech was a sweetie and I really liked her. I was so excited to see my baby for the first time. The screen comes on and it begins. She looked at my ovaries first, then to the baby. I see the sac, it's visible and no denying there's a large gestational sac on the screen. It got real silent, which by that point I already knew. My mind is trying to comprehend this is really happening again. She gently tells me she can't find anything in the sac. I confirm with her I didn't see anything either. She goes and grabs a doctor to officially tell me the news. I cleaned up and got dressed while I waited on the doctor. I'm sitting in that room, alone, fighting tears when the doc finally made it in. He tells me the sac measures along with where I should be at in my pregnancy but there's nothing in it. This is termed a blighted ovum. He discussed with me that I could wait and see if a natural miscarriage would occur or I could go ahead and schedule a d&c. I opted for the d&c.
August 9th was the date of my d&c. The doctor that spoke to me in the US room was also who performed the d&c. I had a follow up appointment with him two weeks later. This appointment was when he discussed seeing a Reproductive Endocrinologist. Having two losses in 6months was concerning to him. I was also concerned and thought seeing the RE was a good idea. My RE appt was scheduled sometime 4-6weeks later.
So much for all the luck I felt with this pregnancy. I've been using the word lucky/luck with a negative connotation, but looking back I really did have some good luck on my side. I was lucky the d&c was able to be done 2 days later. I was also lucky I didn't have to "out" myself to my coworkers as I had already requested off in advance for 4.5days as Mr W & I were supposed to go on a family camping trip that weekend. I only had to rearrange one work day on a short notice. I was lucky the doctor I met with worked closely with the RE. Most of the time you have to have three losses before a referral to a fertility specialist is warranted.
I really can't say if luck has anything to do with all of this. What I can say is there's almost always some good with the bad. Even if it's not exactly the good I want, there's still something to be positive about. SEE! Deep down I really am a half glass full type of girl!!
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