There is something there and it’s in the right place!
We started off with an external ultrasound, the first 5-10 seconds were pretty scary with all sorts of doubts running through our heads, but the tech found the pregnancy sac almost right away in the uterus which was such a relief. She then changed to an internal to get better detail and while there wasn’t a lot to see, there was a yolk sac quite clearly there. So developmentally she measured it at 5 weeks 3 days, instead of the 6w2d since the retrieval.We weren’t quite sure what to think of it all right away, but after thinking about it and talking to our nurse who we rang straight after, it kind of makes sense. 5w3d makes the beta levels all of a sudden seem a whole lot more normal, it makes sense that Mr CMM said he couldn’t tell right away – but has since said things are looking good, and K had some definitely cramping a few days later than we would have normally expected implantation. So delayed implantation may just be the only thing that’s started this roller coaster.
It logically makes sense. And I do like me some logic!
I think all in all we’ve been bloody patient around here, we’ve coped pretty well with all the ups and downs and waiting over the past few weeks but I have to say the last 24 hours were horrible. To start with I got myself in a right mess by sneaking home at lunch time hoping to get the referal letter for the scan (we had to go to a specialist place for one this early) but it wasn’t in the mail so by the time I got back to work I was imagining not getting it in the mail til tonight, not being able to ring for an appointment until Thursday and not getting in til next week (imagination running away with me much?). Luckily we got it later that day and K made an appointment for less than 24 hours later – phew!
We were already starting to get anxious about it, after all it was a lot easily to be blase and realistic about the chances when the beta was low but when it jumped so high we all of a sudden we were a lot more invested in it emotionally. But then last night K started spotting, it was bright red at first and seemed like a fair bit so that was definitely a worry. The fear started to get very real from then, she was spotting a bit this morning and through the day as well – we were trying to tell ourselves that it is normal and 1 in 3 pregnancies bleed a little (handy little stat that) but when it’s happening it’s not quite that easy to believe, thank god for the scan being today so we at least knew that we’d have some answers soon.
The tech did pick up the bleed on the scan, it was a little way apart from the sac and only small which was good. When we rang our nurse right after the scan she said that if it was the sac coming away the scan would probably show it beginning to disintegrate around the edges which is definitely wasn’t. Nice clean edges in fact!
It’s still sinking in and took a while to process after the scan, probably still processing, but I think we’re pretty happy right now. We are stoked that the sac is at least in the right place, the tech said that there was only a 1 in 30,000 chance that there could be another one elsewhere to which we said but they only replaced embryo so doesn’t that mean no chance? She then said that theoretically K could have ovulated at the same time and got pregnant that way – K pointed out the obvious that we have no sperm and she laughed, embarrassed, and apologized for not thinking that one through lol.
So another blood test next Monday, and the repeat scan next Tuesday where we’ll be hoping to see a little something and see the heartbeat. Ironic that based on today’s dating of 5w3d, next Tuesday will be 6w2d – exactly where we though we were today!
And I for one am hoping to be able to take a photo and shove it right under Nurse Bobble Head’s nose (the one that’s caused us plenty of trouble since way back and the basis of a lot of the complaints we wrote to the clinic about last year). There’s definitely no love lost there but she’s the one I saw in the clinic last week when I picked up the progesterone – she cheerily told me that there was no chance whatsoever so not to get our hopes up. Of course I want this to work for a million more wholesome reasons than just this, but I have to admit the chance to prove her wrong is also right up there.
And just to top off the day, we went to the supermarket on the way home and saw this sign (literally and figuratively!):