I got more blood tests this morning, which the nurse was awesome enough to put a rush on so I could get the results back before they close the office at 1.
The pregnancy hormone level in my blood is 10. This probably doesn't mean much to any of you, so I hope this helps: when I was pregnant with Ace and I got a blood test right before my period was due, the level was in the 70's. With my first baby, I don't know how far along I was, but my level was in the 50's. Most pee tests don't register much below 25. 10 is absurdly low.
I have to go back in on Monday for another blood test and possibly an ultrasound. The possibilities are as follows:
1. If the hormone level is decreasing, I am miscarrying and can carry on with business as usual.
2. If the hormone level is not decreasing or is less than around 25-30, I could be having another ectopic and that would be very very bad.
3. If the hormone level is higher than that, I could possibly have a viable pregnancy, which at this point is so highly unlikely that it's not even under consideration.
So there's that. It's not good news (although I do have a confirmed pregnancy, which I'm happy about, since I'm not crazy) and it's not bad news... more like a confirmation of the bad news. Of course, I'm also on high alert for the rest of the weekend. Any sign of one-sided pain, and I'm to head to the ER immediately. Awesome.
Why, during all of this, do I have to drive by a woman puffing away on a cigarette in the front seat of her car while there's an innocent infant baby in the back seat? I almost needed money for bail, y'all. I was pretty much LIVID. I bet she wonders why her baby has breathing problems and constant ear infections. It takes a special kind of stupid... sigh...
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