Saturday, October 18, 2014

Recovery

I couldn't think of a better title for this post.

Recovery. It's a struggle.

I'm working on a post on comparing and contrasting my feelings after my first miscarriage vs my second, but to just throw this out here, recovery has been easier the second time around and for so many various reasons.

I also want to address my PCOS and how that may or may not have changed post-pregnancy. I'm going to assume that it's almost comparable to how it would go after delivery assuming one was not breastfeeding. However, it's only been 12 days since I stopped bleeding and about a month since I stopped producing hCG. That's not to say it's still not in my system, it was, in a very minute amount about 2 weeks ago. My Dr. instructed me to pee on a ye old stick and I followed it out till it was too light to count as bfp. With all that in mind, here goes:

Well, for one, and I don't know if this would go for non-medicated cycles, but after being pumped full of estrogen for more months than the length of a third trimester with the same intensity as a third trimester, my hair has begun it's normal shedding cycle. It's not so bad that I'd link it to how I lose hair when I'm stressed, but it was getting pretty nice and thick there for a while.

A positive thing is that my stray dark hairs are not so many anymore. I used to have one right under my belly button. One. Grew in the same place over and over. I called it Mr. Happy but I haven't seen hide nor hair (ha. hahaha) of him since my bfp. I did realize the other day that if the hair on my face was dark, I'd be fucked. But it isn't. I don't know exactly when that came about or if it was always there. I've always had baby blonde hairs on my face ever since I was a little kid. Not too concerned about it.

Fat distribution. Pregnancy does great things for your butt, I assume it's the estrogen. The placement of fat on my body has definitely changed a bit in regards to that. I'd rather be a pear than an apple. It looks like I'm two parts mushed together at the crotch. My upper body is rather thick I'd say, and the lower part is some other skinny bitch that I haven't seen in years. But it's all coming together now!

One bad is that all the hormonal emotional insanity came back pretty quick. I'm trying to counter that with exercise and evening primrose oil. I still have my moments.

My skin has some of the first hints of a glow, rosy cheeks, which I got before the REAL glow came in. It's also fall, and the humidity changes in Florida and EVERY year since I was even old enough to get a blackhead, my skin dries out, peels, breaks out, but I'm not oily! It's a rather vicious cycle. I can't really say too much about the acne issue yet.

Oh, and all my cravings to eat shit food returned too. I have been trying to not give in! I started running and training for a 5K but then injured myself, which I'm almost better from, so I've been really focusing on protein intake and staying off the gluten to lower inflammation.

So I guess now I'll just wait and see how things go. My DREAM would to be asymptomatic, at least as far as the irregular cycles/infertility thing goes. I see a lot of women asking on the web if their pcos will get better after pregnancy, but I think there's just no way to know. What I do know is that with this disease, it is always changing. Symptoms change, the intensity changes, weight changes, cycles change, etc. But no two women have it exactly alike at one time. Some meds work great for some, for others they do nothing. That's the only guarantee with this is change. I guess we all can only hope for a change for the better.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The World Works in Mysterious Ways

I don't have a balanced translocation.

Did I get the test done? Well no, kinda, sorta...

I was watching this story on the news about PGS and this woman had a miscarriage and later did IVF with PGS because she had a balanced translocation. How did she know this? Her mother had it, and did an amnio with her when she was pregnant.

Guess who's mom had amnio done....

MEEE!

Guess who came up scott free....

MEEE!!!!

Booya.

That's a nice chunk of change I don't have to worry about spending.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Another Miscarriage *triggers galore*

Wednesday: Had a dream about my beta being lower, started random cramping and spotting. Cervix was open, and all of this came and went throughout the day.

Thursday: All in all, less than Wednesday. Blood was more brown, Beta was 1700 something though I didn't know this until...

Friday: Sac at the ultrasound was back down to 3mm, still in the same place and my lining was around 21 mm I believe so I knew it would get worse before it was over. Relatively pain free and blood was only there when I wiped up to this point. Went to work which was fine.

Saturday: Got the feeling I'd be calling out Sunday. More crampy and finally started bleeding onto the pad. Still lighter and less painful than my normal periods.

Sunday: Woke up feeling a tad crampy, but I popped a vicodin just in case because during my periods, things get worse as I wake up. This was at 2, and I decided to try to stick it out at work. By 3, I realized that it was not helping and if it was, I didn't want to know what it would have felt like if I didn't take anything. The pain was so weird. First of all, it felt like all my organs were upside down and switched horizontally. The pain would shoot up into my ribs and at the same time, I think my pelvic floor muscles hurt too because I could seriously feel it in my butthole and my...well...I'll use the term labia. I'm not used to pain there, I don't know anyone who is. All this time I feel like I'm going to pass out, like I'm hanging on in some weird consciousness. I lay in bed with a heating pad thrashing around and yelling like a person going through withdrawals. It hurts so insanely bad, at some points I go to the bathroom to clean up, which is useless because there really isn't much blood. I feel my cervix and it's rather closed. Oh well, no wonder! I had read some stories about ladies pushing so I try, doesn't really work. At this point it's about 5:30 and I take another vicodin and go in and out of sleep. 7:30 I wake up and go to the bathroom to pee. First comes a clot, then comes something much bigger, and then another clot. I look down and the water is red. I think this is where my brain starts to realize that there is a big difference than the 3mm sac I was expecting and what's in the toilet. I immediately start to feel faint, super weak, and my legs are like jello. I sit down and realize I gotta get it out, so I do. It doesn't look anything like I'm expecting and I have nothing to put it in so I just sit it above the water so I can lay down for a minute and then get a container for it. I do this and attempt to wash some clots off of it. It is so weird, nothing like I've seen. It's about the size of a deflated balloon. Lumpy on the outside, smooth on the inside. White-cream colored, dense, almost like an organ or something. I peek inside and think I see something. A tiny, purple-grayish thing, like in between 5 and 6 weeks. No definite eyes, or arms, still has a tail, still curved, and it doesn't have that human appearance of the much larger head like at 7 or 8 weeks. I found it tucked into a corner, starting to think I'm not crazy for seeing that "blip" on the last ultrasound. I put it in a tin and go lay down some more. I've never felt so weak in my whole life. I keep asking myself, did I really see that? I try to go back and look but I can't, I feel so woozy. Does it make it a blighted ovum if there was a baby? Then why did it happen? Should I save the tissue? I didn't think there'd be so much. I try to go back to sleep but I can't. The cramps are less and so is the bleeding, maybe the worst is over.

Monday: Feeling a lot better in terms of physical strength. I've lost 2+ pounds. The bleeding and cramping are kind of like a light, regular period now. It rained today so I didn't bury the remains yet.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Happy 10 weeks to me! Not.

Today I was supposed to be celebrating no more progesterone.

I did my endometrin in the am, and my shot in the pm.

Now I'm bleeding. It started this afternoon, and I'm cramping, and my cervix feels open.

It's light, but it's not brown. It varies from pink to that rusty orange color, because honestly, it's diluted with a lot of cervical mucus.

I had a dream the night before last  that my next beta was 1500, which would be down, so I'm not surprised. If it's just my cervix being irritated, I'll be super surprised. No, it's not from DTD or anything, that hasn't happened in a while and when it did, it never did this.

OF COURSE, I must be making up all this shit in my head because like NONE of my friends believe me or get it. Like it's not happening, like this is just a normal pregnancy thing? HELLO!?! Are you from planet fucking moron? I sware, like, infertility makes everyone an asshole.

Please hurry up and be Friday.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Week 9

It ain't pretty but whatever. There's not much I can say right now. It's not like my baby is the size of a grape because it ain't. But I am definitely showing like it is. This was also taken when I first woke up so excuse the lack of a smile/makeup.


Monday, September 8, 2014

Pregnancy Update 14 - 8w5d

Time is slowly crawling by.

I spent the last few days not feeling pregnant at all, again.

Until yesterday.

I threw up three times in one day.

And swinging on a swing-set gets me nauseous within five minutes. I don't foresee my theme park trip going well....

Today was just the same as any other "pregnant" day. Tired. Thirsty. Poopy. Heavy breathing. Brain doesn't work.

The bloat from last week has went away a lot and I still have a bump, which looks more appropriate for the size of my uterus.

It really sucks knowing this might all be for nothing, and people I haven't told are starting to catch on. I want to hide it but at the same time? Fuck it. I might never be pregnant again.


Thursday, September 4, 2014

Pregnancy Update #13 - 8w1d...supposedly

I may very well be putting up my last belly pic.

My ob is very cautiously optimistic...or decidedly not pessimistic.

The IVF clinic has doomed me.

And it's sort of hilarious that they're both more interested in what the other says.

I threw up again twice after the first time. My beta came back 1985.

I have an appointment in two weeks for the "final word". The plan is to just take me off progesterone and see what my body does. Obviously you can't support a pregnancy without it, so logically, it should motivate a natural miscarriage. If not, we move to cytotec, not that I want to touch the stuff, but this isn't really labor so...I want to pass it at home so I can bury it, and I feel I kinda need to go through it.

My ob helped me figure out some things...testing of the miscarriage: A. expensive B. not always accurate C. not likely to find enough fetal cells anyway Verdict? Not worth the money. Karyotyping myself: A. expensive B. not likely to find anything (I believe the rate of which people who actually have recurrent miscarriages and turn up positive is less than 5%) and C. can't really treat it

What could I use that money on? PGS. And here I am again, pretty much deciding on something I never wanted to do. Just like IVF. Infertility does that to you. I never wanted to resort to IVF in the beginning, and I later didn't want to do PGS/PGD but now I feel like it's my best bet.

But what to do with my remaining embies? Honestly, I wish one wouldn't thaw, and then I could justify putting two in. Leaving one in the balance would feel weird almost. And it's already September. If I do miscarry, I have to wait for my levels to go down, bleed, and build up the lining. That hardly leaves room to do 2 FETs by the end of the year. And I wouldn't really want to pay $300 for storage for a year to end up using it within the first couple months of said year.

I hate to sound doom and gloom, but my OB is actually quite optimistic. She wants me to enjoy being pregnant but I never feel as pregnant when I get bad news. Still skinny and pooping 24/7 though. That's about it for the symptoms. I feel really weird sensations in my pelvis and abdomen. I really don't think it'll be good news, and I feel I've been preparing myself for it. It kills me to say but I wasn't that attached anyway, at least, not in anything but an abstract sense. I kind of knew it wasn't going to go good but I didn't want to officially put that vibe out there in the world. I mean, fucking great if it all turns out ok and I'll damn sure be relieved and happy but, I'm focusing more of my energy figuring out how I'm going to survive the worst.