It has been a long time since I posted here. About a month after my last post I went on vacation with some friends. One big thing happened as a result of that trip - one friend is no longer a friend, we started dating. Picture the television whispy mist as two and a half years have now flown by.
I should catch you up on other things relevant to this blog that have transpired since then. I was having some pains and abnormal bleeding. With a few checks I learned I have a couple fibroids, nothing abnormal for my age. More time passed, I was back on the pill for a while what with the new relationship and all, but went back off to try and get my body to regulate a little as I continued to bleed in the middle of the month while on the pill.
I've gone back and forth between the ob/gyn and my regular doctor, as the ob/gyn office sounds eager to help one minute and then blows me off with a "well I'll see you next year" the next minute. My regular doctor ordered tests similar to those I most recently reported as having indicated bad mojo for how long I have and how many viable eggs I have. Guess what, they never told me those tests need to be run at a certain point in the cycle - so this time things came back looking fine. So my mind was at ease about the whole situation - all the while I am still not getting any younger.
A few months back I had the conversation about kids with my guy and indicated my concerns that I am almost out of time. Much to my surprise we dispensed with the use of protection. I wouldn't say I was actively trying because I wasn't tracking anything other than making a note on the calendar as to when I was bleeding - which was still more often than not, twice a month.
I know from my experience 5 years ago that I'd be a good candidate for a toilet baby. I'm sure you're horrified reading that statement, but it's true. I didn't realize I was pregnant when I had my miscarriage in Feb 2012. I had some minor awareness that something was different, but I thought it was a cyst on my ovary or something.
I found myself a week ago commenting to a friend about pain when I rolled a little in bed to get the remote from the nightstand and how it wasn't a cramp and the pain went away instantly, just a quick jab. Her comment "sounds like round ligament pain" and she commented about taking a test when she realized I was a couple days late for my period (I had not bled midmonth either - that was the second month that looked like it was going to be a full 28 day cycle). I thought this was ridiculous because nothing had "happened since my last period".
Still, it got in my head. I have tests at home, so on Friday I took one and boom. So I did a second. Still yes. Mind blown, this can't be what it looked like I turned to the Internet. Warning: you know the internet will scare the crap out of you, so why do we do it? After I was done I was even less in belief because I didn't have ANY of the classic 'symptoms'. The one test told me I was 30% pregnant based on my answers *laugh*. Instead I thought it could be issues with my kidneys, or possibly a growth on my ovaries or bladder (which should have been noted during the transvaginal ultrasound a year prior for fibroids), or simply my age. Did you know that periomenopausal women can toss false positive tests because hcg starts to get produced at lower levels? Me either.
I had just been in for typical yearly bloodwork - like JUST there - so I waited it out to see those results first. When the blood workup came back looking good (no indication of infections etc) I asked the nurse to contact my doctor to request a blood test for a quantitative hcg. I went that evening and my doctor was calling the next morning. My number was 200,000. Defn not "my age".
Since we're not really sure how far I am given my period in December after anything physical last happened we're approaching a little slower. We'll do a second blood test on Monday to see if the numbers are still going up and then prb an ultrasound. She didn't want to rush to that because of the fear it would be too early and you wouldn't find a heartbeat when there really would be one to find - soon!
I'm fighting to not let this get too real just in case. But wow. For now, one day at a time - and that includes finding a way to tell him I think I may be when we're together this weekend.
I can say that maybe it's mental, but in the past week I've definitely taken on the sleepy as all get out and wanting to eat everything in the world stereotypical behaviors.