Tomorrow will make 7 weeks post D&C and I am finally registering as negative on home tests!!! Yay!!!
Now… moving on.
Tomorrow will make 7 weeks post D&C and I am finally registering as negative on home tests!!! Yay!!!
Now… moving on.
This post contains crazy TMI female cycle info. Feel free to skip. I only provide it because my google searches were fruitless and annoying!
A couple of reminders and info in case this is the first thing you’re reading: We were 11 weeks pregnant in our surrogate journey (I was the gestational carrier) when the baby’s heart stopped and we all decided to do a D&C.
Here are my dates on the decline of HCG (again, without betas, I am guessing here based on tracking on pee sticks).
Dec. 5 2017 Dr. declared miscarriage. We were probably just at the peak/height of HCG.
Dec. 7 2017 D&C
Dec. 8-19 NO bleeding. Not even a spot after the procedure.
Dec. 19-22 spotting (brown discharge like the end of a period)
Dec. 23 “I think I’m dying” blood clots then nada (bleeding stops). Earlier in the day I peed on a test and it was faint but very much still there.
Dec. 26- I would swear a trillion times over that I ovulated from my left ovary?!! But who knows. Pee stick 3 days before was blazing positive still (though not as strong as the control line) which means HCG was probably in the 100 mil range. Give or take. Sources are NOT reliable on whether or not it’s possible to ovulate when HCG is still in your system. So who actually knows?!?
Jan. 4th- HCG still registering on pregnancy test. But ever so very faint. I am 4 weeks exactly from the D&C.
Jan. 5th- I start my period. If I DID ovulate when I thought I did, that would mean my Luteal phase was only 10 days. 🤔 no worries. I’m definitely not trying to be pregnant.
Jan. 5-12th- heavier period than normal and much longer than normal. The last few days were more than spotting but very brown.
Tonight- 2 days shy of 6 weeks post D&C and my pee stick looks like this:
To the untrained eye- this would look negative. But zoom in on that sucker a little and you can see the faintest little hint of a line. So- I would bet, if I were a gambling woman, on two things:
So- there all that is.
Patience has never been my strong suit. Perhaps that’s the lesson here- I’m being tested by the universe right now and until I can just “let go” I’m going to keep getting really shitty and tough situations thrown at me?
I get it.
I give! I give!
I’m frustrated. Surprise surprise, I know.
This is the test I took this morning.
And here is a comparison:
The top test is last week’s and the bottom one is this week’s. WHAT THE HELL?!? There’s STILL HCG in my fricking system.
I seriously thought, last week when I took the home pregnancy test, that this week’s test would be blatantly negative. BUT IT ISN’T and that’s annoying. I thought that after my period started things would be getting back to normal (which started the day after my last post), but THEY AREN’T. Grrrrrrrr. This is totally TMI but I’ve just finished a for-real, heavier than normal, period that lasted 6 days. When is this stuff going to be gone?!?!
I have read that it can take anywhere from 5-7 weeks for the hormone to leave your blood stream and since we were nearing the point in pregnancy where the number reaches it’s max (we were 11 weeks along), I am sure this is somewhat normal and “to be expected.” But good heavens!!! And, this is certainly not scientific, but it looks darker than last weeks?!?! When looking up what could cause that- I’m now learning about molar pregnancies. For fuck’s sake. 😩 (there is a strong chance that the urine sample was just more concentrated than last weeks… so I’m not calling the doctor yet… but good gracious!)
The crap I have learned after these couple of rounds of IVF and hormone injections and now losses… yuck. Ignorance sure was bliss (I’m sorry, again, for those who read that are struggling to grow their families. I am not trying to be insensitive. I guess I’m just a little bitter about how this all played out).
Anyway, that’s all for this bitch session. I promise to focus on more positive things soon. Just not today.
I am exactly 23 days (just over 3 weeks) off from having the D&C and then the scary clot situation which I think was my body’s way of clearing everything out.
I just did a home pregnancy test and this was the result:
I think it’s all done. And I know my hormones are regulating as well because my chin is broken out. I’ve never been so pleased to have acne. 😂
My mood is better and my body feels better (though it never really felt BAD per-se).
Anyway- just an update- it was 3 weeks for the hormone to leave my body and I expect my period will resume in the new two/few depending on when I ovulate.
About 5 minutes later I looked at the damn test again:
Not quite gone but low enough to know that I’m nearing the end. 😕
On Wednesday, 9dp5dt, my Beta was 146. This is a good solid number but last time it was 197 or something like that. So it was lower. Which doesn’t mean jack, and I am totally aware of this… but it didn’t calm my nerves. I, having peed on all the sticks in the state of TX, knew I was pregnant but I had really hoped that there would be something that would make me say, “whew, okay. There’s nothing to worry about.”
But I am beginning to think that I won’t have that moment until there’s a heartbeat for the IP’s to hear.
Though, after I got news of the second Beta, I did feel a little pressure lift. My numbers more than doubled!!! The second draw on Friday, 11dp5dt, was at 505!! The first time they didn’t quite double.
This chart is used pretty regularly on one of the surrogate boards I participate in and helps women who are worried. So- beta numbers are good and the IP’s (I sure love them for listening and being on bored with my concerns) ordered two additional blood draws. So I will go again on Wednesday and then again a week after that. Then two days later the 6 week U/S!!! It seems a lot sooner this go round!
This morning was my BETA draw… and while that is important and this blog has mostly turned into “the adventures of a surrogate” blog, it is still, technically called “Monika’s Musings,” so I am at liberty to talk about whatever is on my mind. Bare with me… it does come full circle I promise.
I have previously posted about the hectic schedule that runs our family (no I did not grammatically screw that up- the schedule runs us! NOT the other way around). From the second the alarm sounds in the morning my husband and I are in a critical, minute to minute rush to get things done or get people where they need to be and any break from that routine can make things a bit crazy.
For instance, this morning, in order to make it to my appointment at 8:00 I HAVE to leave the house at 7:10 (I chose the clinic closer to the school where I work so that I wouldn’t have to miss work too often). But my husband and I tag team the morning- he gets breakfast ready while I get kids ready. We eat together and then help the kids get their belongings and themselves loaded into the car. I drop them off and he manages the two separate pick ups. We are a fine tuned machine in the morning. But again, today, due to the circumstances, my husband had to do most of that on his own including both the drop off and the pick ups. (Though, in my defense, I did still get the kids dressed and into their seats at the table, I just had to peace out immediately after that to get to the appointment).
Jesse not only manages all of that with grace and ease, the dear man also made me a “to go” breakfast so that I wouldn’t be hungry all morning!
I often find myself in conversations with other women who are ragging on their husbands for an assortment of different issues. They don’t help clean the house, they aren’t very helpful with the kids, they don’t seem attentive… the list goes on and on. And in those situations I just have to sit there quietly and shake my head. I can’t participate in the man-bashing… my husband is amazing.
I am not saying we don’t ever disagree or miscommunicate- we do. I think all marriages do/will. But, by and large, I feel luckier by the day to have him in my life. He is my perfect match. He is my anchor. He is my equal. I love, honor, and respect him more today than the day I married him.
Which, coincidentally, happens to be 5 years ago this Friday.
A little back story. When we were planning our wedding ceremony we wanted to do something that was a little more unique than the typical blending of the sands or the unity candle (I am not dogging on these BTW, they just weren’t for us). My husband and I opted to do a Wine Box Ceremony (which you can read more about here). The gist is this: on the eve of your nuptials you write a letter to your spouse telling them all the reasons you love them and appreciate them and then seal it in an envelope. Then during the ceremony you seal your favorite bottle of wine inside the box along with the two letters. My dad, who married us, told an amazing anecdote about my grandparents generation- “The Fix It Generation” (when something breaks, they fixed it, they didn’t discard it and buy another) and then explained in the ceremony that if, over the next few years, our marriage seemed to be breaking, or we ended up in a fight so large we were considering the prospect of discarding the union, we were supposed to break open the box, share the bottle of wine, and read the letters we wrote one another and remember why we married one another, why we fell in love, what we value about the other person. In short, if we felt like we were breaking we are to remember to fix it!
On the happier side, if we made it to five years without a fight of that magnitude, we were to celebrate by drinking the wine and reading the letters and then put in a new bottle and replace with new letters along with the first ones.
So- we are at FIVE YEARS and I am proud to say that our box is still sealed and its contents happily stowed inside. The sad thing though, is that we have been looking forward to this anniversary for… well… five years. We were super excited to break that puppy open, drink our wine and read our love notes now with greater perspective… BUT I CAN”T DRINK. (Insert all the teary emoji’s ever)
And, as if that weren’t bad enough by itself… the clinic does not want me having an orgasm until after the fetal heartbeat is detected. Do you know what that means? Here, let me clarify… not only do I not get to drink the wine I have been so looking forward to but I don’t even get to have sex with my husband on this milestone anniversary!!! Que the tears:
Now, I totally understand that what I am doing is worth it. And I am so so so happy to be doing this for these IP’s, I think the world of them and I am so happy to be on this journey with them (as is my husband!). But allow me to be whiny for a second, please. I mean, you see what I mean. Right?!?
But, again, focusing on this negative stuff doesn’t do me any good at all, so now that it is off my chest, lets focus on the positive (literally) for a minute:
Lets hope that this strong line means that I will have a good BETA number and things will work out this go round! We’ve been on this merry-go-round before though and it didn’t quite work out the way we had hoped, so cross some fingers, toes, what have you for us, will ya?
I will update later today with the actual BETA numbers (mostly for historical purposes but also for the people that might care about all that jazz).
PS- for those of you that are allowed to drink and have sex, please consider making a donation to your body of both of those in strong quantities on my behalf, please. Okay? Great. Thanks.
I’m quietly giddy. I am all too aware that this happened before; we’ve been here before… but also- I’m excited. I can’t help it.
As of this minute, right now, in this present moment- I AM PREGNANT. There is no denying this:
And, if things go as I know WE ALL desperately want them to, next summer I will deliver a healthy baby boy BACK into the longing arms of his parents!!! That’s so cool! Science is awesome.
I think a lot of this happiness that I swore I would reign in after the first failure is prompted by the fact that a few of the other surrogates I follow got to show their IP’s the baby(ies) heartbeats over the last couple of days and I CAN’T WAIT to experience that and all the other milestones that will hopefully follow. I’m pumped!
So today, around 2:00 this afternoon, We are officially a week past the transfer.
Again, obsessive about pee sticks- here’s the evidence of my addiction:
These are the ones I took at night. The first one was 2dp5dt as well, but it was like right at the 48 hour mark 😜 and I was trying to be all stealthy because I knew my husband would get on to me for “wasting money” so early. It’s kind of crazy- all the tests except that very first one- dried with the tiniest hint of a line. I know that there is a strong chance that they are evaporation lines, but why doesn’t the first one have one?
Anyway- here are all the tests I took in the evenings:
Anyway- I’m really happy that we, IP’s included, are pregnant. I just really really really hope this little one decides to hang out for the long haul.
I wonder if I can talk to the CA clinic about doing an additional Beta test to make sure things are progressing ok? I should also, maybe be careful with those requests. I have NO CLUE how much that costs the IP’s… 🤔
It’s such a scary deal- I want to be excited and happy but there’s a little spot in the back of my brain that keeps those emotions in check, just in case this pregnancy ends like the first. And oh my goodness… I’m worried that my IP’s will lose faith in me. Hell, I think I’d lose faith in me!
But- there’s certainly no good in letting those thoughts run things… I’ll just focus on the good for now. We are pregnant! 3 weeks and 5 days pregnant. (My “pretend” ovulation day being calculated as Sept. 20th.)
My feelings after today’s pee stick:
Here’s today’s test. It was taken this morning so it’s technically still 5dp5dt by timing standards:
And here’s the one from last night (also just past 5dpt):
Since the transfer was around noon in CA and I live in TX at 2 today I will be 5 days past the transfer.
But, since I am an addict and since the POAS lurker community saw it too, I figured that first morning urine (the most concentrated) would produce a legitimate line.
Problem was that I woke up at 4:30 and needed to pee. In my tired stupor I decided not to pee on the test because then I’d wake all the way up and if the line wasn’t completely visible I’d sit there in the pitch black staring at the damn test and my rest would be ruined! So I relieved myself and got back into my snuggly bed until I was rudely awakened by my kids.
At 6:45 I actually needed to pee again so I broke out the First Response Early Result test:
I can, but again, I have years of practice staring at tests that women who “just can’t wait” peed on to see if maybe, just maybe, their dreams are coming true. So I’m a professional, obviously.
So- at what is the equivalent of 9 days past ovulation (4dp5dt) I can say with reserve that my IP’s are pregnant!
It’s funny- my husband (WHO SAW THE LINE 😳) said, “yep! It’s there.” And then later said, “wait?! I’m confused. Should I have been more excited? I don’t know what to do here?!”
It’s kind of strange. Yes, his wife is pregnant BUT it isn’t ours so should excitement be the proper reaction? And, technically we were pregnant before, after the first transfer, and that obviously didn’t work out- so?!!
We are quietly excited FOR THE IP’s, for sure. But, we are also more reserved this go round since there is still a chance this isn’t going to work. Though I quietly send my wishes into the universe that this is it and they will get their 2nd take home little boy in late June or, knowing my body, early July!<<<<<<