Yeah, all the sex is fun. No doubt about that. But what I wasn’t expecting was the monthly emotional rollercoaster.
I went off the Pill in July. Every time I got my period since then, I’d think, “Ok, this time, I am not going to get my hopes up. I’ll just relax and see what happens this month.” But then every damned month, beginning about a week before my period was supposed to start, I’d feel that hope creeping in again. Like, “Maybe this time I am. Maybe this time I won’t get it.” Every month since July.
And then, last week, at last! My period didn’t seem to be arriving! Woo hoo! I took a home pregnancy test and got a positive. I told my husband about it, told my visiting sister about it, spend the weekend on Cloud 9. Still, I kept having spotting. I read up on Teh Intarwebs about it and learn that the degree to which I am experiencing it is not normal. I started to worry. I took another test Monday morning, again positive. The bleeding continued.
I went in yesterday for a blood hormone test. The results this morning don’t really tell us anything. The hormone level should, under normal circumstances, build to 2000. My level is at 661 right now, which doesn’t prove anything one way or the other. They’ll test every 48 hours either until it gets to 2000 or drops.
Also, turns out my blood type is O-, so I need to have an injection of rogam (sp?) to prevent my immune system from attacking the baby’s red blood cells. Fun times.
I’ve been working on being accepting of whichever way things go, but it’s hard, and even harder when I still won’t know for several days at least. I hate this.
I don’t really have a point with all this. If you’ve got some sympathy to share, I’ll take it. If you’re going through or have gone through the same thing, you’re welcome in here. This just sucks.