A discovery – How far are we willing to go?

Whilst on our epic South West USA road trip, Chris and I had lots of time to talk to each other.  You could almost say we lived in each others pockets for two weeks…some couples might break…but for Chris and I we kind of thrive on it, and it brings us closer together.  I think we only had one small ‘argument’ on this trip, but you could probably describe it as more of a strongly heated debate rather than an argument as such.  Anyway, the point is, we had lots of time to talk about some of the bigger things in life.  Surprisingly, we didn’t talk about our future as prospective parents for several days.  It wasn’t until I received a phone call from our fertility clinic that we got around to talking about it again.

The topic of conversation was how much more can we deal with all the infertility treatment?  Can we deal with another miscarriage or ectopic pregnancy?  The likelihood for another ectopic pregnancy almost doubles after you have had one.  What about dealing with a negative result?  We discussed whether to transfer our one frozen blastocyst or to go for another round of IVF/ICSI.  Yes, a frozen transfer would require injections, but I would avoid the egg stimulation and egg retrieval process which, for me, was very painful the last time around.  Chris wants to avoid me being in pain as much as possible.  He hates seeing me in that way.

I understand his point of view, it is hard for a partner to see their loved ones in pain over which they have no control.  But I feel differently, I feel like I know what to expect, how to better deal with the symptoms and feel overall less anxious (although I think I was pretty cool in my attitude about the first IVF cycle).  I feel ready to get some embryos frozen into reserve.

I am 32 about to turn 33.  If we go for the frozen transfer and we succeed in a pregnancy (!!!!! That would be awesome!!!) then I will be 35 by the time we are ready to have a second go at it for child #2 – my egg quality is likely to reduce and we could be facing an additional factor to our unexplained infertility.  So I figure it is best to do one more IVF/ICSI cycle now and we have one in reserve.  Perhaps I sound a little greedy in this respect – we are lucky to have one frozen right now!  I don’t mean to be – but I am an operational analyst after all, so I can’t but help try to figure out the optimal solution to a problem.

I explained to Chris my reasoning for going ahead with another round, and he gets it.  He admitted he hadn’t thought about age related factors for the future.  So we have both agreed that tomorrow we will ask our doctor about going ahead with a new round of IVF/ICSI.

But this isn’t really where the story ends.  I think Chris and I have different ‘lines’ to draw under how far we are generally willing to go to get our own baby in our arms.  How many times is enough to say we gave it our best shot?  How many times can we deal with sadness?  Will we ever become numb to it?  Depending on the nature of the outcome for round 2 will create different visionary paths in our heads for each of us, we discovered that they are not aligned at the moment.

This isn’t an easy topic to talk about without accidentally hurting each other with words that first come to mind…. so we are going to try writing down our feelings on paper and swapping our ideas so that we can understand each other’s perspectives.  I don’t know whether it will work, I hope it will help us at least gain a respect for each other’s feelings.  Love and marriage is unconditional, but feelings can easily get hurt when we are talking about something so passionate as becoming parents and how to do it.  Infertility knocks you for six when you discover that you can’t become a parent the ‘normal’ way.  So I think it is healthy to have this exploration of feelings and keep things open between each other.

Perhaps we will share these letters to each other on the blog at a later date, but for now we just need to focus on getting to the same place together.

Is the pain in my mind?

I have had a very specific pain around my right ovary for the past four days. The pain worsened in the evenings, I slept it off after getting to sleep with the aid of the pain killers and my sheer exhaustion.  It felt like something was pushing inside, wanting to pass.  The acetaminophen & codeine-3 was barely hitting this very specific pain.

Late last night I considering going to the Emergency Room.  I knew that my doctor had said I shouldn’t travel to Europe if I was having pain.  Well I was in pain, the drugs weren’t stopping it, but I wasn’t doubled over with the pain, I was getting waves of pain, increasing intensity and then becoming dull but it was in this one particular spot.  I couldn’t ‘touch’ the pain, when I pushed down it didn’t hurt more or less.  Was I being stubborn or just simply stupid for ignoring this?  I read stories of women whose fallopian tubes had ruptured weeks after taking the methotrexate.  Surely this was a very rare event, it can’t be happening to me?  I cried a lot in my indecisiveness.  Chris even cried with me because he didn’t know how to help me – it was my decision to make whether or not to go to A&E – he felt helpless.  I didn’t want to go to hospital to spend a fortune for me to be sent home again – or worse – they wouldn’t be able see anything again on the ultrasound and end up opening me up. Chris asked me a very good question – was the pain in my mind?  Was I making it out to be worse than it was because I didn’t want to travel to Europe?  It was a harrowing question to think about.  It was definitely a possibility.  The mind can play cruel tricks.  But I eventually decided that in the morning if I still had that specific pain we would call my clinic or go to ER.  That was my line.

I woke up this morning PAIN FREE!!!! It was an amazing relief.  I was exhausted and felt like I had been out on the town all night, waking up with a hangover.  Oh how I wish that were the case!  But I felt free.  That was for about 3 hours….then the heavy bleeding and passing of clots continued along with all that type of associated pain.  But this pain I could deal with compared to the specific pain I was having the past four days.  Such a relief.

So here I am waiting for my flight to Europe.  After connecting flight #1 I have discovered that flying whilst still miscarrying is not the greatest idea I’ve ever had.  I could feel I was about to pass something, then of course there was turbulence and the seat belt sign came on.  The flight attendant barked at a little old lady to sit back down!  So I sat there in my seat hoping I would not leak everywhere (sorry – I know this is probably way too much information!!!).  20 minutes later I couldn’t sit still anymore, so I got up despite the turbulence and dashed to the toilet.  I sat on the toilet thinking how ridiculous this whole situation was and sobbed.  I am so glad I didn’t wear mascara today, in fact, mascara has not been part of my make-up regime for several weeks now.  I thought about all the things I would shout at the flight attendant if she gave me grief about getting up from my seat! Fortunately she was too busy to bark at me.

I just have a 9hr flight to London, followed by 2hr flight to Stockholm to survive this mess!  Wish me luck!!!

The party and the door mat

The party!

My hCG levels reduced from 3200 to 2696 – that’s about a 15% decrease!!!  Time to party!! I’m heading out of the danger ectopic rupture zone!!

When I went in for my blood test, the nurse today asked me if I had taken a pregnancy test.  I said no.  She said ‘Oh’.  I said I have had about 10 blood draws in the last 2 weeks.  She said ‘Oh’.  Yeh – Oh.  Read your notes, love!

Then later this afternoon when a different nurse gave me my results and the good news, she passed me to the appointments desk to book my next beta hCG blood test.  The lady asked why they kept making me come in for betas.  I didn’t know how to answer that, and a moment passed and she said ‘Oh are they watching you levels fall? Oh I am sorry about that’.  Yeh – Oh.

But anyway, despite all that!  It is good news.  I returned to work today, it was good to be back thinking about other things in life.  I’m still hoping to be able to travel to Stockholm on Sunday!

Watch this space for a 3 month plan of attack!!!!

The door mat.

Whew!…my doormat took a bruising today from all those medical bills that miraculously landed on it!!! What timing!!!  The good thing about my clinic is that they take a few months to process all the claims, so we have a delay in paying all our bills, the bad news is that they all tend to come at once.  Ouchie.  I logged into my insurance….and I have a lot of claims to process, each ultrasound comes as one individual bill.  Each blood draw comes in two separate bills – one from the clinic, one from the lab.  Considering how many of those I have had over the last few months, let’s just say my doormat is going to get a beating from all those bills* 🙂

*OK so in the US I actually have a post box on the side of my house, they don’t post letters through doors like they do in the UK, so really I am talking more about a metaphorical door mat.

When you see your doctor’s number appear on your phone….

When you see your doctor’s phone number appear on your screen….in that instant your brain racks in an instant through all the possible reasons she is calling…you pause, take a breath and answer nervously.

This is what happened this morning at 9AM. My doctor tells me she is reconsidering her position, she wanted me to come in sooner for a beta blood test, in fact right this instant if I could make it. Luckily, I’ve taken the day off work and I decided to get up and get ready with Chris rather than laze around in my PJs. So I was out of the house in less than 3 minutes, making the 25 minute car journey to my clinic. All I could think is what if my hCG levels aren’t falling? What will this mean? Am in danger? Have I made the wrong decision.

I have lost so much blood now, probably about 3 times the amount of my heaviest period…let’s not even count the number of vials of blood I’ve given to the nurse for various tests!

My doctor popped her head in whilst my nurse was drawing my blood. She just wanted to check on me and assure me she thinks this is a miscarriage but she wants to do her due diligence and be certain. I understand her worry and appreciate their observation of me. But what a roller coaster.

I’m going to mention now just how much I dislike forums and some facebook groups. I joined a couple last week relating to ectopic pregnancy, one was for those who were misdiagnosed and one for those who were suffering/suffered ectopic. In this latter group there was a lady who was going through almost exactly the same as me, except one week behind. I commented with my story because everyone who had commented thus far was singing doom and gloom. I explained what my doc had said yesterday, and then one women replied to my comment “that’s what happened to me, I too was passing huge clots, they thought I was miscarrying, but actually it was ectopic”. Oh for craps sake, way to freak out a girl!!!

So now I wait….please….please hCG be lowering. I’m tired of this 😒

The saddest thing

The saddest thing about today is that we feel a relief with our miscarriage.  It’s a bit of an oxymoron really.  I am sure it is going to hit me soon, but for now I am feeling a huge weight of my shoulder, I feel 5 times lighter.

I had my blood drawn this morning by a super nice nurse, and I returned to my clinic this afternoon for the results and ultrasound.  It didn’t start off great.  My doctor said my hCG had risen again to 2600 from 1300 4 days ago.  Yikes.  I told her about my bleeding the past two days and how at 2AM I was up passing clots the size of golf balls and had been bleeding for the rest of today.

The two doctors spent an age checking every inch of my tubes, ovaries and uterus.  The ‘junior’ doctor kept pointing to something and saying that she thought it was ectopic, they even switched on the colour flow on the ultrasound to see my blood pumping around, looking for the signs of the tell-tale ‘ectopic donut’ where blood flows around the pregnancy.  But my doctor said no, that was definitely not ectopic, and she has seen lots of ectopics in her career (she this out loud!!).  Especially now my hCG levels are much higher they really would expect to see something by now.  I am very appreciative of the amount of time they took to look,  particularly in comparison to the on-call doctor and other senior doctor at the weekend who spent 1/8 of the time hunting.  My doctor said with an ectopic pregnancy I wouldn’t get bleeding with such large clots so she thinks it is very unlikely I am ectopic.  I am SO GLAD I listened to my gut instinct and said NO to taking the methotrexate.

So the conclusion?  It takes a few days for hCG levels to drop after a miscarriage begins therefore I will return on Monday next week for another blood test to check they are dropping and this is in fact a miscarriage.  I have got a sick note for the rest of the week off work, so now for a bit of chilling out and eating lots of chocolate (seriously I have eaten a lot of chocolate already today).

I’m not completely in the clear just yet, we need to see my hCG levels drop and I need to pass whatever it is that has been growing in me causing my hCG levels to rise (prob. the placenta).  The ‘junior’ doctor is on call this weekend, she said ‘don’t call me!!!’  she really meant “I hope you don’t need to call me!!!”…bless, she is lovely in her very quiet way.

My doctor reckons 6-8 weeks before I get a normal period returning, then we wait a natural cycle, start the Birth Control Pills and then can start a new round of IVF again or do a Frozen Embryo Transfer (FET) – whatever we want 🙂  This will put us at Christmas time :-s

Miscarriage is a terrible, sad, painful and hurtful experience.  At 2AM last night when the big clots were passing I felt lonely and slightly terrified, I tried to sleep through the waves of pain but it was impossible, I finally fell asleep again at 5.30AM.  I don’t know how long the physical pain will last, but I know that the psychological pain will last a whole lot longer.

For anyone who is reading this and currently experiencing a miscarriage right now, my heart truly breaks with you too – may be you have found this web page already, but I thought it was very useful: Coping with Miscarriage  http://carikay11.hubpages.com/hub/miscarriagerecovery .  Knowing that miscarriage is so common (1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage) makes this even harder, because I think about how many of my friends and family have silently been affected.  I am so sorry you had to go through this – because this truly sucks X

Who am I and why am I here?

My very first blog post was written at 5AM, almost 9 months ago.  One early weekend morning I just couldn’t get back to sleep.  I had so many thoughts whirling around in my head, it hurt a lot.  You see I was facing a mountain, I was just starting my journey to join the great pudding club under difficult circumstance, my journey to overcome infertility.  After I had written my ideas down in that blog post, my head felt calmer, clearer – I felt free.  I re-read my first published post to myself over and over again.  My first post was entitled: “The Beginning?  Or the Beginning of the End?” There was something comforting about seeing the words on the screen as I felt a huge relief begin to slip off my shoulders.

It was no longer a secret that Chris and I were struggling to get pregnant.

But WHO AM I?

Starting with the basics, I am a 32 year old Brit living in Virginia, USA.  I moved here with my husband Chris after we decided we would like to try living abroad before settling down with children.  So I applied for a job with a 3 year contract, and here we are!! 2 years and 9 months later, now with the offer of a permanent contract in our hands, we have decided to stay for a little bit longer.

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We are not done with the USA just yet, Chris and I both have good jobs and we still have a lot of America to see.  A big part of our decision to stay longer is that my job offers excellent insurance coverage, including amazing infertility coverage.  If we returned back to the UK, we would have to wait a long time to receive IVF treatment with the NHS – we could probably afford one round of treatment privately, but that would require taking on debts.

I can tell you that with my blog you will see an open and honest woman, but I am not good with confrontation, so it is unlikely I will be offending anyone anytime soon.  You will read about infertility treatment, infertility research, dealing with emotions, what it is like as a Brit living in the US and maybe I might talk about what has got my goat that day.  However, I can be very emotional – although I am an analyst by profession, I apply emotion to my research – what I really mean is that, yes – I am a scientist, but I’m more of a social scientist, so I tend to challenge the statistics and look for other explanations, I don’t like to follow ‘the algorithm’.  Although I do LOVE a good chart or stat.  Seriously, I have a mug at work that says “I love Spreadsheets”, some of my military colleagues think I’m a big geek.  I also like learning and trying new things, although friends who have known us for a lot longer will tell you that we have been less adventurous over the last 2 years than we ordinarily are, but this is one of the sad effects of infertility.

Why am I here?

Blogging gives me a sense of off loading the whirlwind of thoughts that infertility brings to a couple.  But I have discovered something far more valuable – a community of like-minded bloggers who support and care for each other.  Sure you can find support in forums, but there is something longer lasting about blogging – a personal insight into an incredible journey and a deeper level of love and support.

My blog has also provided an avenue for friends and family to keep up-to-date with our journey, we have opened up a level of awareness to people who had no idea what infertility entails, and this will continue to be another goal of mine.  Infertility is not a dirty word, it is nothing to be ashamed of – yes it hurts so so much, but it can hurt a lot less with the love and understanding from those around you.  I have experienced this myself.  This is why my blog is open to everyone and anyone who wants to understand.  Please follow, and please comment – I am always open to alternative views, ideas and suggestions!

Compared to this, the 2 week wait will feel like a breeze

Warning – grumpy Dani on the loose!!!

  1.  We turn up to my ‘monitoring’ appointment this morning, sign my waiver which only has a beta blood test and no ultrasound listed.  I point this out to the receptionist…she checks my notes, apparently in my notes my doctor said only for a beta because it was too early to see anything on the ultrasound.  Hmmmm, this is not what my doctor said on the phone on Thursday!!  She said now that my hCG levels were over a 1000 perhaps we would find Waldo this time!  Receptionist talks to doctor and adds the ultrasound to the waiver form.
  2. A nurse I have never met before takes my blood…after making me almost pass out.  She jabbed hard with the needle, Chris was watching, I wasn’t but it was REALLY painful.  He was pulling faces at me from across the room because he could see that the nurse did not have control over the needle – even with a butterfly clip the needle apparently flipped 180 degrees.  She was not apologetic and had not appreciation for the pain on my face or that she had even done anything wrong.  The other day when a nurse hit a valve she was so apologetic, but it barely hurt so I told her not to worry.  The nurse today – I give her a big fat Freddie F for FAIL.
  3. We waited an hour after my blood draw for the ultrasound.
  4. Once we are in the ultrasound room, lucky me – I get two different doctors again, one I have never met before – my doctor was not working Saturday.  Fair enough, everyone needs a break!!! No Waldo found today.  BUT both Chris and I noticed that my uterus looked different from the previous 2 ultrasounds, I think this is one of the downsides of having different doctors monitoring me.  Basically, the doctor sent me to have more blood drawn in preparation to take the methotrexate if my beta hCG levels are still rising.  They even discussed whether the labs would be able to get the results today stat and could get a prescription in at the campus hospital for them to administer tomorrow (Sunday).  They thought it would be possible.  We sat there nodding our heads.
  5. Chris asked if a different nurse could draw my blood as he explained the ineptitude of the earlier nurse.  I will admit that I was annoyed that Chris asked this because I would have preferred not to have caused a fuss, and being a reserved Brit, probably would have told the nurse that she had really hurt me earlier and shown her the bruises she left – then at least get an apology from her.  Anyway, the doctor kindly arranged for me to have a different nurse draw my blood from the other arm.   Blood drawn – nurse hits a valve – may be my body is telling the nurses it is done with blood draws.
  6. We wait for results all day.  It is now 9PM and I have not had a phone call today.  In the UK, if the doctor doesn’t call it’s a good thing.  I’m not sure that’s how it works here?  Chris thinks it’s a good thing.  I think the tests were not done ‘stat’ and there were simply no results today – usually the nurse would call to update me, but because it is a Saturday and we seemed to have got one nurse into trouble, no one has updated us.
  7. I am still pregnant unknown location (PUL) – i.e. rising hCG levels and no visible sign of pregnancy on ultrasound.

I have been concerned today that the on-call doctor wanted me to take the methotrexate tomorrow – but I realised after the appointment that my doctor had said she thought that as long as I have no symptoms and there is no pregnancy on the ultrasound she would keep monitoring me until I am 7 weeks pregnant (3 days time).  So I wondered how that would work – if the on-call doctor had a different opinion to my doctor, would my doctor be pissed.  I was planning on talking to the on-call doctor about this when I got my results, but this seems to be a moot point now she hasn’t called today.

I’ve done a bit of research into my situation of possible ectopic pregnancy and there is quite a bit about misdiagnosis of ectopic pregnancy.  Basically, doctors prefer to diagnose ectopic early to avoid rupture of the fallopian tube.  This makes a lot of sense….except there are many cases where doctors have been too early in their diagnosis and effectively terminated a healthy uterine pregnancy mistaking it for ectopic.  The most up to date information I found on PUL, ectopic pregnancies and methotrexate was discovered from an article: “Tragically Wrong: When Good Early Pregnancies Are Misdiagnosed As Bad“.  The author of the article is interviewing a Dr Peter Doubilet, one of the authors of a well written research paper: “Diagnostic criteria for nonviable pregnancy early in the first trimester

I am literally copying the introduction to the article, written by Carey Goldberg, because I thought it was worth sharing, but the full article can be found here:  http://commonhealth.wbur.org/2013/10/ectopic-pregnancy-misdiagnosed-methotrexate

A beautiful, supremely talented young friend of our family recently fell victim to a terrible medical mistake. Newly married, she was having some pelvic pain and bleeding, and the doctor who saw her diagnosed a probable ectopic pregnancy — an embryo that develops outside the womb. Concerned that such pregnancies can turn life-threatening, the doctor prescribed the standard treatment: methotrexate, a drug used for chemotherapy and to help induce abortions.

When our friend returned to be checked a few days later, the imaging revealed that in fact, the pregnancy had not been ectopic; it was in place, in her uterus. But because she had taken the methotrexate, a known cause of birth defects, her pregnancy was doomed.  She soon miscarried. What may have been a perfectly healthy pregnancy had been ended by well-meant medical treatment.

I assumed her horrifying case was an exceedingly rare medical fluke — until now. A paper just out in the prestigious New England Journal of Medicine shows that such misdiagnosed pregnancies are part of a pattern — a pattern that needs to be changed. “Considerable evidence suggests that mistakes such as these are far from rare,” it says.

When I told our friend’s story to the paper’s lead author, Dr. Peter Doubilet, he responded that he knows of “dozens and dozens and dozens of similar cases that have come to lawsuits, and that’s probably the tip of the iceberg.” There is even a Facebook group, Misdiagnosed Ectopic, Given Methotrexate, run by a mother given methotrexate whose daughter was born with major birth defects.

The New England Journal of Medicine paper stems from a panel of international experts who resolved to change medical practice to stop such misdiagnoses.

When I read the research paper the most interesting take away for me was:

  • Women with a pregnancy of unknown location (PUL) and hCG levels of 2000 to 3000, the likelihood of ectopic pregnancy is 32.7%, the likelihood of nonviable intrauterine pregnancy is 65.5% and 1.7% for a viable intrauterine pregnancy.
  • Women with a PUL and hCG levels of 3000 or more, the likelihood of ectopic pregnancy is 33.2%, the likelihood of nonviable intrauterine pregnancy is 66.4% and 0.5% for a viable intrauterine pregnancy.

The authors recognise that these likelihoods are not highly precise, and there are some limitations to their data, but they argue that this does not matter, it purely demonstrates that ectopic pregnancy is not the likely outcome in PUL.  However, they point out that this is only true of the woman is hemodynamically stable and not presenting with abdominal pain. The one thing that was comforting to see was that there is limited risk in taking a few extra days to make a definitive diagnosis in a woman with PUL.

There is also one other interesting thing I discovered after looking up the facebook group  “Misdiagnosed Ectopic,Given Methotrexate”.  PUL is very common in women with a tipped (retroverted) uterus.  Why?  Because it can be harder to see an early intrauterine pregnancy on transvaginal ultrasound and may not be seen up to week 8.  A lady who created the website misdiagnosed miscarriage says that no research has been done on the relationship with retroverted uterus and misdiganosis of miscarriage.

What is my conclusion?  Keep going to the monitoring appointments, if I have pain – take myself to ER straight away, wait until my hCG levels rise enough to see something on the ultrasound- then we can make an informed decision on which drug to take to aid my miscarriage. – Or best of all situations, I just miscarry naturally.  Really, the next 2 week wait is going to seem like a breeze compared to this.

Where’s Waldo??

“Where’s Waldo? – Do you know who Waldo is?”

My doctor asked me as she used the vaginal ultrasound to search my uterus and fallopian tubes for a potential sac.  Today at my ultrasound appointment my doctor carefully searched as she discussed it with the more ‘junior’ doctor.  The ‘junior’ doctor also had a go with ultrasound wand.  But nothing was there – not even that black teeny dot from Tuesday was there anymore.

My hCG went up to 1066 from 686 (55% increase in 44 hrs).  This is not the direction my beta levels should be heading in right now.

My doctor helpfully told us today that her cut off is 7 weeks for a decision on whether to use methotrexate; in the mean time if my hCG continues to rise she will closely monitor me every 48 hours with ultrasound and beta blood tests until 7 weeks.  Today I am 6 weeks 2 days pregnant, so only 5 days left for me to miscarry naturally. She is now more confident that when I return on Saturday they will see the growing empty sac now that my beta hCG is above 1000.  The question remains – where will this empty sac be?  We are still hoping it will be in the uterus and not the fallopian tube.

So I’m still on ectopic watch for now.  I have no bleeding or spotting, the odd pain twinge here and there, today I woke up a bit more nauseous and I’m starting to pee a lot again, so my ‘pregnancy’ symptoms are now returning as my hCG levels continue to rise.  But overall I feel physically well, a little bit mentally drained.

Today I took a sick day which was a good idea because I am not sure my brain could have coped with work today, instead I spent some time doing adult colouring in.  Very therapeutic, but sometimes I can’t stop because I don’t like leaving things unfinished, and then it stops being therapeutic as I create a chore for myself!!!

Anyway, until Saturday…..we continue to wait.

Sad, but starting to feel mad

This afternoon I had my mobile (cell) phone with me on loud so I could hear the doctor ring with my results.  I get a lot of notifications and pings every 5 minutes so I am sure my colleagues were getting annoyed with me.  But anyway, I received three pings all at once, which I thought was odd, so I checked my email to find a notification from my clinic for a new appointment, with my doctor tomorrow morning (The three pings were from my email and app that tracks my appointments).  Well isn’t that just nice?  My eyes started to well up because I knew this had to be bad news – what a crappy way to find out?  After 20 minutes of consoling myself, I finally received the call from my doctor.  My hCG levels have continued to rise again to 686 (Tues) from 345 (Fri).  Not good news.  So my doctor starts talking more about this potentially being a tubal (ectopic) pregnancy…she didn’t really tell me anything new from yesterday, she stressed again that there is zero chance that I have a viable pregnancy (OK so I got that from yesterday when there was nothing on the ultrasound).

Tomorrow morning I will have another ultrasound to double check my uterus for a (non-viable) pregnancy and some blood tests to see if I am suitable candidate for the drug methotrexate.  I have done a bit more research into this drug, and I really want the doctor to explain all tomorrow – I will be using my 3 point guide to help me feel better informed!  The best guide I found is from the NHS:

“The use of methotrexate to treat pregnancy of unknown location and ectopic pregnancy” available here.

I have been having some random (but not sharp) short pains today, including pain on the left side.  I have also not passed any blood today.  The problem is with Irritable Bowel Syndrome for me is that stress causes pain, so I am having a hard time distinguishing between the two – I don’t feel stressed per se, but this rollercoaster surely can’t be good for my gut.

In the meantime I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s appointment as I move from feeling sad to feeling mad – mad that this feels really unfair and crappy.  I’m taking bets on how many med students/doctors/fellows/nurses they can squeeze this time in the room for my ultrasound tomorrow…..I have a feeling there will be some interest 😐

Nothing….

There was nothing there on the ultrasound screen, just my beautiful uterus – empty.  There was the teeniest tiniest black spot that may have been the beginning of a sac, but it was so small my Doctor was not certain.  She didn’t need to say anything for me to quickly realise that I was not one of the lucky 1%.  My doctor checked my ovaries: my right one is still hyperstimulated from the IVF and I had some VERY big follicles/cysts (but this is normal for after IVF and of no concern, but may explain any pain I may have here), my left ovary too was swollen, but not as bad as my right one.

What does this mean?  It was difficult for my doctor to say without knowing what my beta test results are.  If my hCG levels are continuing to rise, it is likely that I have a tubal pregnancy (ectopic pregnancy – a pregnancy that grows outside of the uterus).  If my hCG levels are falling, then it will be safe to assume that I have a chemical pregnancy* and the little black spot on the screen was indeed huckleberry.

My symptoms have been spotting dark brown blood since Friday, general abdominal pains all day Monday, my spotting surprisingly stopped today (Tuesday).  I have had some pains specifically on my left side, although not overly sharp pains, and I pointed out to the doctor (doctors – there were 2 others in the room with her) where this was….yeh, about where my ovary/fallopian tubes are.

If this is a chemical pregnancy then the doctor will prescribe me some medication (a vaginal pessary, I cannot remember the name of it) to help my body along with expelling the uterine pregnancy.  If this medication doesn’t work, or my hCG levels come back higher with a likelihood of a tubal pregnancy, then I will be prescribed Methotrexate (an intramuscular injection – YEY another injection, of course!!!).  I want to avoid taking this drug because it will mean we are not allowed to conceive for at least another 3 months because the chemical can stay in the body and harm a developing embryo.  But at the same time, we don’t want to wait and see for too long because there is a chance my tube could rupture and I would lose a fallopian tube.  I have read that even after being given the shot their tube still ruptured because it was left too late.

So I was asking you to hope with me that I didn’t bleed, but now I want to bleed….please, please body, just bleed!!!  I think this will be one of those times when I cry tears of happiness when I start to bleed full flow!  I know it will also be sad at the same time….choo choo, all aboard the emotional train wreck!!!

I mentioned that there were two other doctors in the room, one was ‘shadowing’, the other was a fellow (no not a chappie you silly Brits!!!).  The fellow interjected and answered some of our questions, he was clearly very knowledgeable, but there was a lot of bouncing around between them.  Chris was getting frustrated with the information we were receiving, they were talking to us as if we were medical professionals.  It took 5 minutes of Chris’s continued questioning to get the doctors to say that despite the miscarriage being bad (and sad), what we were seeing was ‘normal’ or ‘common’.  What they really needed to start out with was – don’t worry, there is nothing seriously wrong with you, chemical pregnancies happen frequently with IVF (because they are transferring 2 embryos).  I think I had a bit more knowledge than Chris and didn’t feel quite as frustrated because I had googled a lot on miscarriage, chemical pregnancy, blighted ovum and have read forums/blogs etc.  So my lesson here is to share more of my ‘google expert medical opinion’ knowledge with Chris before these types of appointments.

We also discussed my hCG levels (49, 110 and 345) and my doctor did admit that my first hCG result of 49 was borderline low- to non viable.  So why, oh why, did the other doctor (who did my IUIs) seem so happy and chirpy on the phone, proceed to tell me my progesterone and estrogen levels were excellent but fail to tell me my hCG level.  All it required was this:  “Congratulations Ms Dani, you are pregnant, but your levels were a little lower than average, we would like to see you again in 5 days just to make sure you levels are doubling nicely.  Your estrogen & progesterone levels are excellent, so this is a good thing.”  Expectation management is not a bad thing.

So – we have one big question answered, I feel a relief, albeit a sad relief – there is no viable pregnancy.  The next big question we wait for an answer is – is this a chemical pregnancy or a tubal pregnancy?

*A chemical pregnancy is a clinical term for a very early miscarriage. It happens before an ultrasound could even detect a heartbeat (before the 5th week of gestation). This occurs when an egg is fertilized but it does not implant on the uterine wall. Chemical pregnancies are actually quite common, occurring in 50 – 60% of first pregnancies.  There are many possible causes of chemical pregnancy – inadequate uterine lining, low hormone levels, luteal phase defect, infection, or other unknown reasons. The most common assumption is that they are due to chromosomal problems in the developing foetus. This can result from poor sperm or egg quality, genetic abnormalities from either mother or father, or abnormal cell division of the foetus.