I really let my hopes up. I was late and no signs of that evil AF. We were in New Orleans, I started feeling a bit funny and was excited. We get home a few days later and take a HPT.
Positive.
I rush to Walgreens and buy more. The girl at the check out counter wished me good luck.
Took two more tests.
BIG FAT POSITIVE (BFN) !!!!!!
I go to the Dr the next day, assuming all is well. I should have known better. It was wasnt. My HCG was only at 16 and progesterone was 1.4. Basically, I am told to expect to miscarry.
This is devasting. Horrible for the both of us, as we just were over the moon.
The next few days were not pleasant. Lots of ... well the things that go along with miscarrying.
I hate the term Chemical Pregnancy. I hate it.
Now my hormones are all messed up and now have an estrogen cyst, so need to wait for that to go away before we can move onto the IUI.
Fucking sucks.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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