We got blood test confirmation today that we are pregnant for the third time, and I’m hoping the third time is the charm. I vanished in November after my first prenatal visit for the second pregnancy, which was swiftly followed by my second miscarriage in a row. On my request, my OB referred me to a reproductive endocrinologist (RE) whom I adore. She diagnosed a clotting disorder, which we believe caused the first two miscarriages.
I’m 4 weeks and 2 days pregnant and just started my daily blood thinner injections today. We’re hoping this will be the trick to staying pregnant this time, now that we’ve gotten the getting pregnant part down pat. I’ve got an ultrasound in 2 weeks to make sure everything is okay–and also to count heads. My HCG at 14dpo was 463, which is a little on the high side. Dare I hope for twins? I’ve dreamed of having twins since I was 15. Boy-girl twins would be so awesome.
Daddy in Training isn’t sure how he feels about multiples beyond twins. Well, that might not be entirely accurate. The direct quote was, “If there are five babies in there, I’m going to shoot that doctor,” to which I responded, “Oh, and then I have to raise five babies alone while my idiot husband is in prison? I don’t think so.” But the likelihood of that is pretty slim, so I think we’re okay for now.
Man, I thought the two-week wait was hard; I didn’t think about the part that comes after it. So far, everything looks good. My doctor is happy with my numbers, and my symptoms are proceeding as would be expected. My boobs are colluding for world domination again, but I haven’t started with the nausea. As of today, I’m peeing way more than usual, so something is going on in there. And I keep having twinges and jumps that suggest stretching in neighborhood of my uterus.