When you're actively struggling with infertility, you learn to make a lot of lemonade. Sometimes, it seems, that lemon after lemon just keeps coming your way. And you try so hard to see the positive, to squeeze every little bit of hope out of that lemon, but sometimes lemonade just plain sucks. It sucks, and it stings your wounds.

Yesterday, we went to go hear our baby's heartbeat. At just over 7 weeks, we were pretty sure we'd be coming home with a glossy new picture of our bean and an audio recording of his beating heart. My husband had his cell phone ready to record the ultrasound, and I sat nervously on the exam table... half excited and half afraid that we's see a subchorionic hematoma because of the bleeding I had a couple weeks ago. But we were hopeful... "cautiously optimistic" as the doctors had suggested.

When the doctor started the transvaginal ultrasound, I knew right away that something was wrong. He was going back and forth, zooming in and out, adjusting the brightness and contrast. He asked the nurse to read back the numbers from my last ultrasound. He stopped. He started looking around again. Back and forth again. Then, he made that face where you squeeze your lips together real tight because you know what you're going to have to say but just don't want to say it out loud. "I'm not seeing what we should be seeing at over 7 weeks." I could have thrown up right there. The only thing we could see on ultrasound was a shadow of a gestational sac--an empty gestational sac. 

I cried on the table while the doctor was apologizing. I don't remember much of what he said besides, "You guys have been through so much." And we have. And I cried harder because we've been through so much.

Later that day, I got my bloodwork results back. My hcg had dropped from nearly 5,000 to just 19. I was ordered to stop my estrogen and progesterone immediately and wait for my body to miscarry naturally. I spent the past 7 weeks praying not to see blood in the bathroom, and now I can't will it to come soon enough. I just want it over with so I can move on.

I have an appointment scheduled with my RE for the 16th to talk about what could have happened. This was, after all  supposed to be a genetically and chromosomally normal embryo. I feel like there has to be something that we're missing--a reason why nothing will stick or grow in my uterus. Something had to have changed since my daughter was born over 3 years ago, but I have no idea how to figure out what. We'll see what my doctor has to say and decide where to go from there.

And as sad as this post may seem, I do still feel hopeful. I laughed today... a bunch of times. We went to get ice cream by the beach after dinner, and I almost forgot that anything was wrong. I go back and forth between that empty feeling of loss in the pit of your stomach and a feeling that we'll get this eventually. I know, from being through this so many times, that eventually I'll feel nothing but hope. The loss will fade and the promise of what's next will take over. And once everything passes, physically and emotionally, I'll be even more ready for my rainbow baby.


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    My Story

    Infertility has been messing with my family for the past five years. We've seen amazing highs and the most heartbreaking of lows; but with each passing cycle, we've grown a little closer, a little crazier, and a little more willing to just eat the freaking pineapple core. 


    February 2013
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