So I realize no one will see this for two months, but it’s all still surreal to me. I just want to remember this whole experience. So a week ago Sunday, I started getting soreness in my breasts. That was my first inkling that I may be pregnant…when I get soreness before a period it doesn’t come that early, and my period wasn’t due until Saturday.
I took a home pregnancy test last Tuesday. It was negative. I took one again on Thursday…a VERY faint line. I called and demanded HCG quantitative tests because of my ectopic pregnancy. My level on Thursday was 24. They jumped to 92 on Saturday and to 216 on Monday. At this point, we knew something was wrong. I have never gotten this far. I’m terrified and excited.
I took six pregnancy tests…one every day since last Thursday just to confirm it. And it still doesn’t feel real. My levels are good. Mark will be home for most of the pregnancy. It’s a miracle on so many levels.
I’ve decided to continue with acupuncture because I swear that it was the KEY to getting pregnant. I’m going weekly through my first trimester, and we’ll see what I do after that. I just know it will help me manage stress and keep my blood flow strong. So much research says acupuncture helps with preventing miscarriage…and I’ll do anything.
I went in today for an hour of paperwork with the nurse at Scott AFB and then bloodwork. I’m still with my awesome Dr. Carter. When Dr. Carter thought that I may not be her patient anymore, she freaked out. I love her. I hope she’s having a glass of wine tonight for me. I got tons of resources from the nurse, and then I went down for my labs.
Urine sample. Check. Bloodwork…check until vial EIGHT. I was getting light-headed, clammy, dripping with sweat. My ears started ringing. He stopped taking my blood, and another tech came up and put a cold compress on my neck. I felt better. I didn’t faint. They got me to the recliner. After a towel for my forehead and a glass of water, I felt almost normal. He still had to do two more vials…so a total of TEN VIALS today. Ugh. My body just didn’t like losing that much blood. They had to take my blood pressure three times. It was a crazy day, but I think that’s going to be how this entire pregnancy goes.
The morning of my IUI St. Louis was supposed to get a “dusting” of snow and ended up with FIVE INCHES. The roads weren’t plowed. At 5:30 a.m., I called my mom to see if I could pick her up and have her drive to the hospital with me. It took an hour and half to go 25 miles. I don’t think we went above 30 miles per hour. The IUI went super well (obviously), and mom even got to go to Mass at the Cathedral while I was in the hospital. It definitely wasn’t how I pictured getting pregnant, but I don’t think the way matters…and I am pretty sure that come October 29, I’m not going to care about anything…so here’s to hoping for a healthy baby! I can’t believe it happened, and I can’t wait to meet him or her.
