The parable of the phoenix is pretty straightforward. The phoenix dies in flames and is reborn out of the ashes. What does this have to do with me? Well, it would seem we have a little phoenix.
Where to start. I was just about to head out the door to catch my flight when the phone rang. I had blood drawn this morning to see how much my HCG had gone down since last Thursday (which was 10480). Rather than going down, the nurse told me it had actually gone up to about 28,000. That was the first WTF moment. She said that Dr. Uterus wanted to see me for an ultrasound as that was the protocol when the HCG goes up rather than down. I explained that I was just about to head out of town until the middle of next week. She put me on the line with Dr. Uterus and he started talking “ectopic.” Well, he had me at ectopic. I so did not want to have some ectopic rupture away from home.
So, I called the boss, mentioned the word “ectopic”, cancelled the first leg of the trip and headed in to Dr. Uterus’ office fully desiring some type of answer to this very strange question. But, it just got weirder.
He starts wielding the dildocam and makes confused noises. I can’t see anything since the monitor was turned away (and hey, I wasn’t that eager to see). I asked him what was going on and he said:
“You’re sac has gotten bigger, and you have a fetal pole and a heartbeat.” WTF Moment #2.
I asked him if was kidding. And then he showed me. Sure as shit, there it was. He turned on the sound thing-y and there was a heartbeat, at about 124bpm. The fetus is measuring small for this time frame – 6w5d rather than 7w1d, but it was there and beating away.
I go back for another scan on Thursday, March 13. I’m also once again off booze, caffeine, etc. One small blessing is that I do not have to re-start the progesterone shots since my ovaries are apparently progesterone machines (the lab was still diluting the sample as of the call, so it was above 80 at least).
My main emotion is disbelief, followed by a close second of confusion and bewilderment. I’m also not getting excited either since we heard a heartbeat last time and it didn’t work out.
Needless to say, given my history of travel and pregnancy, I cancelled the rest of my trip.