Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve probably seen all the talk about 2016 officially being a horrible year, or, as I and many others like to refer to it, a dumpster fire. There’s been several hard hitting celebrity deaths that are a sign that Gen X and Millennials are really truly now adults. There’s also the election results. We don’t even need to dive into that.
Outside of all of that, 2016 seemed to be sort of okay for me up until the last 2 months.
Then shit got real.
As mentioned long ago in my last blog post we did move forward with our next FET in October. And we had success! Things looked great. Then on November 10th, at 6w6d, while waiting for my husband to give me my nightly butt stabbing PIO injection, I started bleeding. ALOT. We head down to OB Triage where it is confirmed that I am miscarrying, uterus is empty. End game. I took 5 days off work and then try to get back to normal.
Follow up beta a week later shows my levels have dropped significantly. Come back in 2 weeks to recheck. Go back in for what I believe to be my final check, and head to work.
Finish out my day and get called into my bosses office. My bosses boss is sitting there with him. I am unceremoniously let go.
The next day the OB calls. HCG levels have dropped 1 since my last draw 2 weeks ago. So I’m still “technically” pregnant. Options are retained tissue or pregnant again. I laugh at the nurse about the possibility of being pregnant again (not because it couldn’t have happened, but really?) and tell her it must be retained tissue.
Wait out this past weekend and have yet more bleeding and cramping. Repeat bloodwork on Monday FINALLY shows a drop in HCG.
I have another blood draw on Thursday, which I am hoping shows yet another drop in HCG.
Needless to say, my 2016 has been shit.
Can’t get pregnant, can’t stay pregnant, can’t stop being pregnant properly. My body is failing me big time, not sure why this even surprises me at this point.
On the upside? I already landed a much better job.
Downside? I have jury duty the first week of January.
Happy fucking New Year?