When I found out that I was pregnant this time I decided that I would be positive and not worry about having another miscarriage until I had a reason to be something other than positive. I went in at 4 weeks and had my blood work done. They called me back early the next morning and told me that everything looked good, but they wanted to do another blood test the next week 8-21 to ensure that my levels had increased appropriately.
I went in Tuesday and expected another early morning phone call on Wednesday. Wednesday came and went and I hadn't heard anything. So, here I am just over 5 weeks pregnant wondering why I haven't heard from my Dr. So, Thursday early afternoon I call to see if my results are in. After what felt like forever I got a call from my nurse who told me that my levels had risen appropriately, but that my progesterone (a vital hormone for pregnancy) was only about half of what they expected it to be. Insert Holly and Chris freaking out, particularly because in May when I miscarried my progesterone was extremely low.
So, here I was on Thursday, 8-23, ready to write a post about how this part of pregnancy is, in some ways, the looooooooongest, because you don't "really" look or feel pregnant yet and it is a waiting game. As soon as I got the news about my progesterone all of that went out the window. I could no longer think about that.
There is a rational part of me that knows that I should be positive and not panic, but then there is another part of me that realizes this could end in a devastating outcome, because if I lose another baby I will be devastated. It's hard enough right now to keep my head up on a daily basis and nothing has happened yet, but to lose another little one would break my heart.
I don't know how to get through the next few weeks as I wait to see what will happen. I won't have blood work done or see my midwife until September 13th. I hope I make it there.
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