Faint-- but there. 3 others were darker |
I should have realized the "symptoms" ...except I was sick with a cold or allergies or something the week or so before. Matt was actually out in the field that week that I started not feeling good. I was stuffy, super tired, and couldn't really think about eating food without being sick to my stomach. I couldn't even take a sip of wine with dinner without feeling queasy (yea...I know...not cool!) I could swear to you that this was all because of whatever nastiness I had caught. It wasn't. Obviously. So there I was...stuffy, sick, and starting at a positive test. Hmm.
That weekend Matt and I went and bought the What to Expect book. Naturally. And I began furiously educating myself on this whole situation. I started thinking back to our trip to Breckenridge. Matt and I had drank champagne...we had sat in the hot tub which I'm pretty sure was really hot. I had been working out furiously to try to sweat out whatever sickness I had. I know my heart rate at the max had reached above the recommended 140 when you're pregnant...but I later read that there's the theory that every woman is different and that it's okay to go over as long as you aren't breathless and to listen to your body. Okay. So I guess I was good on that part. Plus I've been working out hardcore for a year and a half. My body is used to these strenuous workouts. Then I started obsessing with the foods I was eating and then oh no, I had cleaned the litter box (although I now know through research that I probably am already immune to that toxic stuff that kitties have...I'd be surprised if I wasn't honestly...if you truly know me, you know how many cats I've been around in my life...). All of these things were racing through my head. I'm pretty sure if you looked at my Google history on my computer those following days after the big positive you'd see a lot of pregnancy forums and hundreds of searches. In the end, I feel confident in saying that I am now the most researched out person on the planet. I know everything. I even surprised the Doctors with what I knew. Yea. I know. I'm pretty awesome. So, Matt and I went about our business through the weeks. I was continually tired, but I worked out as much as I could. I stopped going twice a day though. Something about taking 3-4 hour naps during the day because you are so exhausted from even getting out of bed. Definitely missed some classes. Oh well! Matt and I rented a bunch of different movies...I finally saw Austin Powers. haha...after how many years??? Anyway...where am I going with this you may be wondering??
Well on Saturday, September 22nd, I miscarried. I won't go into any details (do you see why I didn't want to include a recipe after this!). But the very minimum details included some cramping starting on that Thursday. It wasn't bad. Although it was more painful than what I had been having which I knew THOSE type of cramps were normal with early pregnancy. Saturday, however, it was a little more involved and I knew I needed to go to the ER after having called the DR. on Thursday and I was told if it got worse to go in. But then it wasn't hurting anymore. I told Matt we weren't going. So naturally I took a shower (not really naturally but it was something to do); he mowed the yard (I think he was frustrated with my indecisiveness and so I left him alone!) . Then I took a nap with the thought in my mind that I needed to wake up at 3:30 so we could get ready to go watch the A&M game at Rudy's with the Alumni club. THEN I woke up to severe cramping. Worse than the dreaded cramping all women excitedly experience month to month (yea, right). And I knew. I knew I had miscarried at that moment. Again, not going to go into it. For your sake. You're welcome. I just knew. So, I told Matt we needed to go to the ER. For real. We got there at 4:00pm, I was taken back at 4:05pm and from there met with an ER doctor and a bunch of different nurses. Had an IV put in. Was examined. Blood drawn (6 viles!) and of course I hadn't eaten anything at all, soooo I started to feel sweaty and clammy and like I was going to pass out. On top of cramping. Such an exciting time. They did give me Tylenol. Which helped a little. I go for the Advil (but you can't HAVE Advil if you're pregnant), it works so much better for me though personally. Then I was wheeled (I'm 100% sure I could have walked just fine!) into the ultrasound room. And had one of those. I tried to peek, since it was my first ultrasound, but honestly I couldn't see anything. Matt really had a better view and said he saw several pockets which could have been the baby....or several babies?!?! lol yikes! You never really know what you're looking at anyways! But nevertheless the tech made no mention one way or the other. The pictures were then analyzed by the xray people and within five minutes they had the answer. BUT no one would tell me. Anything! I think that's the most frustrating thing about all this. I know the Doctors may not say what they are really thinking because of liability and the possibility of getting sued if let's say they told me I was having a miscarriage and then I went in for more blood work or something and in fact I was still pregnant. I get it. But when the Doctor brought back paperwork from my blood showing me that my hcg levels (the pregnancy hormone) were at 46 and they should have been around 100,000 at the most. I'm not stupid. He tried to tell me that maybe I was within the first week of pregnancy and would need more blood work to see if my levels were doubling like they should. I asked him what the ultrasound showed. His response: Nothing. Nothing? And you're trying to tell me that with ALLLLL of these symptoms I'm having: low hcg levels and NOTHING on the ultrasound...oh and I know for a fact when my LMP (sorry any boys who are reading this...LMP you ask? Google it.) was since I chart it religiously...which should put me at 6 weeks...you're telling me I may be within the first week of pregnancy???...oh okay. Right. So we were released around 9:00pm with information on a Doctor to go to for testing on that coming Tuesday. Tuesday came. Hcg levels: 17. That doctor was interesting. He was naturally impressed with my knowledge that I threw at him and you know what he at least told me the truth which was the numbers weren't pointing towards anything good. Thank you Mr. Doctor for being truthful! My actual Doctor called that afternoon (she's an Aggie!) and they wanted me to come in to THEM on Friday for MORE blood to make sure my levels got down to 0. So Friday came...more needles, more bruises. Levels: 2. Over the weekend I'm 1000000000000% sure my levels reached 0. Again, not going to go into HOW I know...I just do. Remember? Because I'm awesome?? But I am going in again this Thursday for yet more blood (I'm starting to think vampires are living in the back areas of these places!??!). That's okay though, it'll give my arm time to heal. My right arm from the IV looked hideous! During biceps in body pump I kept looking at it in the mirror and hoping that nobody thought I was doing drugs or something--since I totally look like a druggie and all. But it's much better now!!
And so am I.
I know that I wasn't mentally prepared, but I was trying my best to get there. It was just a little different than what we had been planning, but that was okay. Saturday I was a complete mess. It's a scary situation to go through. Whether you were planning the pregnancy or not. I'm just truthfully happy it happened EARLY in the pregnancy rather than later on. And really, after it all happened I would be lying if I told you I wasn't sad. And that I felt guilty from not wanting it to even be there at first. I know I didn't WILL it out of me, but I still felt guilty like maybe it knew. Somehow. Silly thoughts! But in any case, I know some people will say oh well you were only 6 weeks along. This is true. But it's still a loss. Somewhat. A very small loss. But a loss.
So here we are. I definitely appreciated all the support from those who knew what was going on and especially to my Matt who held my hand through it all...he didn't leave my side once even though he gets wiggly with hospital/medical topics/stuff. I definitely am not writing this to receive pity or any extra attention. If you know me well enough you know I don't really like having attention called to myself. Just sharing an experience that I feel made me stronger and made Matt and I especially stronger as a couple. And I'm sharing it because it's good to share things and get them off your chest. And honestly, I feel much better now. So I appreciate you taking the time to read this and sorry if it was too personal or too much information...but I figured if you're reading this, you most likely care about me enough to read it. :) So thanks!
Anyway, I'll do a foodie type post this week as well..I just wanted to get this out. And after such a serious post, I will leave you with a couple of funny pictures for the heck of it (even though some of you may have already seen these on Facebook....they amuse me)! Enjoy.
MuMu in a blizzard |
Me...because I know you love me |
Shorts and sandals...jacket and beanie. Classic combo!! |
My Matt Matt <3 |