Where would I be on the chart this time. . . .

Am I the only one this happens to?

Last Friday, I told the nurse I had horrible cramping from my cervix dilating after the last m/c. She acted stunned and surprised. She said she had never heard of anyone having this happen to them. I told her, don't be surprised if you hear me say it has happened again.

Well, guess what?

Today, I am home from work--dilating like crazy-pants.

This morning around 3:30am I woke up to pressure and cramping. I took a vicodin and tried to go back to sleep. That never happened. I laid awake thinking about all the money I am loosing my taking off work, and all the catch up I am going to have to do. But the contractions were way too crazy. I had to call in.

First I felt the pain about every 2-5 minutes part. No matter how I tried to adjust myself in bed, I was in pain.

Then, I went downstairs to the bathroom, I was going to puke. . . but I held it off.

Then I spent the next almost hour in there. Trying to be comfortable sittin' on the thrown and then on the floor kneeling, squatting, and laying down. But finally the most comfortable posotion was found. Angle back towards the bathtub and place my feet about two feet up onto the door. Weird, but it seemed to hold them off for a time.

Poor DH stayed home with me today. He got me some crackers, 7-up, medication and propped my up against the couch.

Nothing is worse than the emotional pain of a miscarriage. So the last thing I need right now is the physical pain that goes along with it. Blech.

I pray for a relaxing rest of the day and that tomorrow brings no more cramping!

OOH, PS!!!

I did get some good news today!

Our house has been on the market since May/June 2010. Last Sunday, we had our second open house. We had a few people come in and look around.

We got a call this morning and apparently one couple is coming back and bringing their Mother tomorrow at 4:30! They must not have a real estate agent either because ours is showing them the house!

THAT IS GOOD! That means he can show them all the good things about it! Like our schnazzy bathroom DH remodeled last year.

This would be the perfect time to move since all IF treatments are on hold.

PLEASE PLEASE buy our house people!!!!!!!

Well, that figures.

I'm going to try and make this as short as possible:

Sunday night I began getting very strong sudden cramps in what felt like my "cervical areas". It started around 8:30pm. I tried to lay in bed to relax. It didn't make anything better. My cramps continued to get worse and closer together. They were like spasms that came between 1-5 minutes apart. I felt like I was having contractions and my cervix was dilating!

At this time, my DH was at a movie with one of our friends. He got home around 10pm and came up to check on me. I told him I'd be okay and that I'd just take another vicodin and try to sleep it off.

Well, about an hour later, he came upstairs after our friend left. I spent the next 2 hours squeezing his hand off. The pain came in waves. It was quite significant. Hovering around a 5 or 6 at the low times and jumping up to 8 and 9 during the spasm. The 2 vicodin weren't even taking the edge off.

DH had finally had enough after 1am. He forced me to go to the ER. I was not happy. I didn't want to go. I was petrified that they would force me into having another pelvic exam and even worse another ultrasound.

Once in the car my cramping temporarily got better only to jump right back as we got closer. DH and I tried to just walk it off a bit before going in. But I finally gave in.

We checked in at the front and then were promptly taken back for the usual blood pressure, temperature, and info gathering. Thankfully, because of my pain level and the shorter wait time, I was able to go straight back into a room.

I changed into the gown and tried to get comfortable. An extremely friendly male nurse came in. He took my blood samples (about 6 of them) and hooked me up for an IV. I really liked this guy. He was one of the better nurses we have ever had there. He began by asking me about why I came in and the whole story. But before, he told us how sorry he was for the ectopic pregnancy. It didn't feel like a routine "I have to say this" kind of apology. We could tell he truly meant it. It was very nice to hear at that moment.

Most of the events that happened after that are a blur. We were so tired (it was now early Monday morning) and the nurse got them to let me have a dose of morphine (4mg) before they did anything else. SO I was a bit loopy.

What I can recall is the doctor finally coming in. I re-explained everything to her. After about 10 minutes of talking it all over, she said she needed to do a pelvic exam and possible ultrasound.

YOU ARE SHITTING ME.

I was not happy. Now I was really pissed at my DH for making me come in. I didn't want to be, but I was. She left and went to get things set up for the pelvic exam. Are you kidding me?!?!? I'm bleeding down there! I'm in massive amounts of pain! And you want to go poking around!?!?! I was really upset.

I told the nurse when he came back in that the pelvic was fine, but there was no way in Hell, I was doing the ultrasound. No way. Seriously.

The doctor came back in for the exam. I hate that damn process. She was poking around for a while and apparently found out I was right! Holy crap-o. My cervix was dilating. It was that pain I was feeling. (Apparently I now know what it feels like to go into labor!)
It is also what happens when a woman is having a miscarriage. My body was simply trying to get rid of the pregnancy and all the "stuff" inside.
While continuing to explore around she called in the head OB doctor to look at something suspicious on my cervix.

So here I am, open for the world to see and she brings in some other guy to check it out. Fun times. He tried to say "Hi" to my DH and I. I told him I'd have to shake his hand later.

They decided to remove the piece of suspicious tissue and send it to the lab. Hopefully, we'll find out what that was in a few days.

She then said that I might need a ultrasound. I flat out told her I wasn't having one. My awesome nurse backed me up. I heart him. :) She said, "okay, your choice".

They came back later with some results from my blood tests. Apparently my HcG had dropped to 92. So the u/s wouldn't even be needed. --This of course didn't matter to me because I wasn't doing it anyways. :) She then said I was pretty much free to leave.

I had one more dose of morphine before they removed the IV. Then, we were on our way. Groggy, but on the way home. We were so glad to find nothing horribly wrong (other than a lot of pain) and to be on the way home--to sleep.



I've been feeling extremely tired and still crampy for the last few days. Not quite myself yet. DH and I fear what might happen next weekend. Hopefully not another trip to the ER. I'm sick of seeing that place.

This Thursday, I have a follow up with my current RE. I haven't seen or talked to him since the IUI July 1st. I will talk to him about my ectopic, the last ER visit, and what he thinks we should do next.

DH and I will have to carefully consider what he says. On the 24th I see my possible new RE in IL. A longer drive for sure but if I'm going to have better care, it's worth it.

Phew. Hopefully this is a quiet week.