I wish I could say that this is how much we are getting in a tax refund (not even close since we aren’t getting a refund at all and are actually providing a refund to the man), but instead I have to report that this is my HCG level as of this morning. I have to lose at least 7,553 more unit-thingys before I can be “pregnancy-free”.* I did the math (well, I punched the numbers into a calculator which then did the math) and found that if the levels drop by half every 48 hours on the dot, it will take 22 days from today to get to baseline. Of course, nothing goes the way it is supposed to, so this is a wild guestimate.
I also made the mistake of looking at my records for my other D&C. A week after the procedure, my HCG was a whopping 350! Of course, the baby died about two weeks before we had the procedure, so during that time, I’m sure I did some serious dropping. In the end, it still took me 6 weeks to make it to below 5. Yikes.
Why does this bother me? Well, because even if we aren’t going to see Dr. Uterus anytime soon, it would still be nice to think that there might be a chance for an oops. As long as the HCG is up there, the ovaries are not going to cooperate to make that happen. I know I shouldn’t even be thinking about pregnancy, including an oops, but part of me just can’t let go of the notion that I should be doing something to get knocked up even if that means just knowing that I might be fertile and having unprotected sex. Besides, part of me still dreams of being able to call up Dr. Uterus and say, “Guess what?! I’m pregnant and I didn’t need you to get that way!” This is very indicative of how my day-dreams about pregnancy have changed over the years. I used to spend a great deal of time thinking of elaborate ways of telling my parents that I was pregnant. Now I fantasize about telling my RE that he’s obsolete.
I did mention to the nurse that I haven’t had a full-on period yet (just spotting) and she indicated that this usually equates to the levels going down faster. I won’t read this as gospel, but it’s encouraging. I go back next Monday morning for another draw. As a present to myself, I asked to be able to have all of my bloodwork after the D&C to be drawn at an off-site lab rather than going to the office each week and see all of the glum faces of the nurses who know what happened. So far, this has worked very well as the ladies at the lab don’t know me, don’t know my history and are extremely efficient. And, no glum faces. This and the Cadbury caramel egg I had after lunch totally made my day – well until finding out how high the level was. I think another caramel egg after dinner (which will also feature a nice Rioja from Spain) is definitely called for.
And, another benefit is that once the number goes down, maybe I can finally stop having hormonal rages (or “being pissy” as Sweetie calls it). Or maybe, I just won’t be able to use that as an excuse for “being pissy”.
*I won’t bother to discuss how ironic this is. I’m at the point of just shaking my head.