The day before the call from the nurse was not a good day. I woke up to
AF. The witch was here and letting me down once again. I almost
contemplated calling my doctor that day and cancelling my blood test. She reassured me that 30% of women bleed through their
pregnancy and we can't just rule it out yet. So, I decide to keep my
appointment and dragged my butt there at 7 am like I have been doing for months.
The dreaded phone call! For anyone going through treatments, you know
that day where you go in for the blood work first thing in the morning
and then have to WAIT ALL DAY to find out if you are pregnant.
Well, I waited and waited and finally got the call. Not getting my
hopes up of course because I had my period and new the cycle was a bust.
Katie, my nurse is so sweet and I always wonder that if she calls me
earlier if that means she is getting all the negative tests out of the
way or vice versa. Well, she called me around 3:30pm, the middle of the
day. That can mean anything! So, I answer the call and she starts
asking how I am. KATIE! Just tell me, I don't have enough breath in my
body to talk to you without my results.
She gives me my results with an enthusiastic, "Congratulations, its a
positive and your beta number is a 50." I continued to tell her I was
still bleeding and that there must be a mistake and she encouraged me
that the results were real and if it made me feel better to take it easy
the next few days. We were so early as it was and anything could
happen at that point. But, we did it!!! We were pregnant!
Luckily Mike was home and we laughed, cried and called our family. The
rule is you don't tell anyone, but with everything we have been
through we can tell those close to us.
A day or so later I was still bleeding. I knew in my heart this wasn't
good. The nurse also told me to come back in four days after the result
to do another blood test to make sure the beta number doubles. I went back
in and with another phone call that day I was not pregnant anymore. What a slap in the face. I had only a few days to enjoy what I knew of pregnancy. The world crashes once again.
If you have been through infertility you know the feeling very well
of, "OK, get back on that horse and try again." So, we did.
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