My hcg on Saturday was 66. Doubled from 33 on Thursday. This makes NO fucking sense. I've had absolutely no bleeding or cramping. But two Mondays ago they were 17 and then 35 two days later. This still doesn't bode well, but again. What the fuck? Apparently I can't even miscarry correctly.
This is infuriatingly, uh, infuriating. I'm speechless.
Odd is certaintly living up to his/her name.
And seriously. I'm not getting all hopeful. My hcg should be in the 1,000s at this stage. In fact, after consulting Dr. Google regarding fluctuating hcg levels, I'm a wee bit alarmed that Molar Pregnancy came up quite frequently.
Again? The fuck? I'm losing my mind. Oh, and as always, waiting for a doctor to call me back. Naturally.
So while miracle voodoo, good vibes, and prayer would be nice, I'd appreciate if they were coupled with voodoo, good vibes, and prayer that this does not mean I have a complication which essentially is a type of cancer.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
What in the Fucking, Fuck?!
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hugs, sweetie.
Zube-
I'm sending all the prayers I can think of your way. I'm hoping that everything turns out okay for you and Odd.
FUCK! I AM CALLING YOU
Bubbaloo- I am thinking of you. If you have questions- you can call Debbie- let me know if you want her number. Hang in there.
Love
Bub
Good vibes heading your way. Please remember to duck, because they're coming in fast. And I'd hate to have Zube Boy think I gave you a mushroom stamp.
Phil
Echoes in a Nomad's Head
Zube when I was 1st pregnant with Mira my HCG was considered "non pregnant" the first time it was drawn. Mira may have been part of a triplet pregnancy or possibly concieved JUST prior to my miscarrying the previous twin pregnancy.. no one could say for sure. Weird things happen and I'm saying a prayer for you.
prayers.
Hugs and prayers for you.
sending you all the voodoo and good vibes possible honey
Look, if you need a good redneck southern girl to come out there and open a can of whup-ass on that doctor, you just say the word. I mean, I've worked hard to purge the redneck, but she's still there. With a mean right hook.
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