it finally happened (warning: miscarriage described in detail) **Updated**

After about 12 weeks into my “pregnancy”, I am finally having my miscarriage.  I was beginning to wonder if my body would be able to do it on its own.

I have to say that it was much more painful than I had expected.  The doctor had led me to believe that it would be just a little worse than a period.  That is such an understatement!  I’ve known that it was coming for days now, because I started spotting this past weekend.  I woke up at 12:45 this morning with some bad cramps, so I took some ibuprofen thinking that might help them.  Silly me.  The cramps went from bad to absolutely horrible!    It’s nothing I have ever experienced before.  Nothing helped.  I tried laying down, sitting, curled up into a ball, walking, but they just kept getting worse.   At this point, I was passing huge clots of blood.  I googled to see if all this was normal, and others were comparing the cramps to labor pain…all I could think is if this is anything like labor, maybe I’m rethinking the whole natural birth thing.

After about two hours of this pain, I had started feeling very nauseous.  I decided I couldn’t deal with both cramps and nausea, so I decided to make myself throw up, hoping that would make me feel just a little better.  Well, every time I threw up, I felt a gushing of blood.  I knew I had went right through my pathetic overnight pads I had bought.  When I went to clean myself up, it was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen – the entire gestational sac had expelled itself during my retching episode (at least that what it looked like to me).  But…I felt 10 times better.  Apparently passing the gestational sac is the worst of it, and it was a stroke of luck that the pressure from throwing up helped push it out.  My cramps immediately dissipated.  I was actually able to go back to sleep!  ….for 2 hours until I woke up in a blood soaked bed.

The blood is now just pouring out, and I can’t even go to bed because of the rate I’m going through my pads.   I’ve ruined our sheets, multiple pairs of underwear, and a pair of sweatpants.  I’ve gotten a horrible 4 hours of sleep, I still have to go to school today, and my poor husband who was up taking care of me the whole time has to go to work (he just started his new job yesterday).   It’s just miserable.  The only thing I can be thankful for is that this happened while I was at home, rather than when I was at school.  I can honestly say I was not prepared for this.  That’s what I get for not doing my own research and just going by what the doctor said.

Sorry if the detail was a little much, but I figured that other women out there may want those type of details.  I know I would have found them useful so I could have been prepared.  If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask.

**Update: The bleeding has subsided quite a bit.  I think the worst of it has passed…at least I hope so.  I’m feeling much better now, just very tired since I didn’t get much sleep last night.  Thanks to those who commented.  I appreciate your support.


taking a break

It looks like life has helped Mike and I make our decision for the next step. I’ve been offered a seat in a 3-month class which I will attend in place of work, the same class I was offered back in August before we started our first IVF cycle – which I decided to pull myself out of. Since this is the last time I’ll be offered the class I didn’t think it was wise to pass it up once again, so I told my work to sign me up. So all fertility treatments will be put on hold until this class is over. Although we had already discussed taking a break, I was still torn over the decision of putting treatments on hold for 3 months, but I was able to resolve those feelings. I don’t want fertility treatments to consume our lives, and I can’t allow myself to pass up awesome opportunities that I’ll regret later. 3-6 months seems like a long time to wait to start again, but it’ll give me some time to finish up some things I’ve been putting off.

In the meantime, we’ve decided to try to sell our timeshare in Vegas to pay for the next IVF cycle, pending a good genetics screening of course. We’d been talking about selling it for a while, but are still looking for a good company to sell it through. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know. If the next cycle doesn’t work, then we’ll most likely move on to IUI with donor sperm. I just feel like we need to give IVF one more shot, especially since my mind is not yet willing to cross that barrier to using donor sperm. I’m sure I’ll be more open to it later, just not yet.


In other news, we finally adopted a dog. Her name is Cayenne, and she’s a one year old American Pitt Bull Terrier. She’s so beautiful and sweet! I know Pitt Bulls have terrible reputations for being aggressive and mean dogs, but it’s just not true (unless you train them that way, of course). We adopted her from a shelter where she was taken in as a stray. When we visited with her she was just so sweet – and the only dog in the place that wasn’t barking like crazy! We don’t have her home yet since we just got approved by the shelter and she has to go to the vet to be spayed before we can pick her up, but it shouldn’t be more than a few more days now. I’m so excited to get her home. I’ll make sure to post pictures soon.


One last note on the infertility front – I still haven’t had the miscarriage yet. I’m not sure when it’s going to happen, but I feel pretty adamant about having it without the help of meds. I feel like my body should at least be able to miscarry naturally. I don’t really see any harm in waiting it out. Has anyone had any experience with a blighted ovum miscarriage? How long after you found out did you miscarry?  Any information would be helpful.


First of all, I want to thank everyone who has stopped by to comment for your compassion. I really do appreciate it.

I’m doing much better today than I was on Thursday. In fact, each day gets a little easier. When I first found out on Thursday that instead of a growing baby I have an empty gestational sac, I was devastated. I can’t even begin to explain the thoughts and emotions running through me when I saw the ultrasound screen. It looked like a big empty follicle, really. The feeling that something was definitely wrong sank in even deeper when the first doctor didn’t say anything, she just kept moving around the wand, looking for something. Then she had a second doctor take a look. Still, neither said anything. When they finally broke the news that I was not going to have this baby, I can’t say I was surprised, but it still hurt to hear. In fact, even as I’m typing this I have to hold back tears. The doctor said that there was no fetus inside the gestational sac, and that the pregnancy had stopped developing early on. I could tell it wasn’t easy for them to tell me the horrible news, and one of the doctors even looked like she wanted to cry for me.

As soon as the doctors left the room, I burst out in tears. Mike just held me while I sobbed in the ultrasound room, and I could tell that he was having a rough time of it as well. While we both knew the possibility was there for a miscarriage, I think we still mostly expected that this pregnancy would work out. It had all seemed to go so easy; we thought we’d gotten lucky. I managed after a few minutes to compose myself enough to go into the other room to meet with the doctor. She asked me if I had any questions, but my mind was just numb. What could I possibly ask that would make me feel any better?

She said that the most common thing that patients ask is why. I’ve read enough to know that this happens in about 20% of all pregnancies, and that it’s most likely due to the embryo having something genetically wrong with it. And that’s exactly what she explained to me. And it didn’t make me feel any better. She told me that I needed to schedule a follow on appointment for the next week so they could make sure that I’m fine after the miscarriage – or I suppose if I don’t have it, then they’ll want to put me on medication to force it.

Mike and I were mostly silent on the way home…what was there to say? We were just both so depressed. After everything that we’d went through for this pregnancy, this was how it turned out? It’s just too much.

Now I question whether I am even capable of having a baby. If we do another IVF cycle, will it just turn out the same? Will we even get pregnant the next time? How much money and time will we have to spend in order to have a baby? Before this cycle, I was prepared to do about 3 cycles. Now I’m not so sure.

We’ve started discussing our options for the future. We’re trying to decide if we want to do another cycle of IVF or if we want to take a different route and do an IUI instead using donor sperm. The cost is significantly different between IUI and IVF, and while I hate that to be a factor, it is. We could do about 10 IUI’s with donor sperm for the cost of 1 IVF cycle. But there are still so many things to think about. This is not a decision that can be made lightly, and we’re going to take some time to think about what is right for us. Even if we do decide to do another IVF cycle, we’ll wait until the spring. January is just too soon. I feel too raw.

I’m working on getting a list of questions together for my RE, because I feel like I need to be more prepared before we do anything further. Mike and I are going to do a genetics test to make sure that this is not likely to happen again. I’m also going to take the next couple of months to start hitting the gym and get myself back in shape, since multiple weeks of not being able to exercise is taking its toll. I feel like I need to prepare my body and mind for another go with all the medications and procedures.

Again, thanks to all of you for your kind words. As I said before, I’m going to visit my family for Christmas and continue my healing. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday.

it was too good to be true

I had my ultrasound this morning…they found an empty gestational sac, technical term blighted ovum.  I knew as soon as I saw it on the ultrasound what the doctor was going to tell me.  It doesn’t take a genius to see that there was nothing inside the sac.  I was hoping I was wrong, but the longer she examined it without saying anything, the more I knew I was right.

The doctor said that I had three choices, 1) I could miscarry naturally, 2) they could give me medication that would help things along, or 3) have an operation to remove the gestational sac.  I opted for a natural miscarriage.  I don’t want to deal with any more medication or procedures right now.  I have to go in for another ultrasound next week, I guess to make sure that everything is gone after the miscarriage.

I’ve been crying off an on ever since we found out.  Just when I feel like I have everything under control, I start to cry again.  Although I knew this was a possibility, I was hoping that I would be one of the lucky ones.  So much for that.

I’m going to take a break from blogging for a while over the holidays.  I’m going to see my family in California for Christmas, so hopefully being around them will help me get through this.