He spent a lot of time up my hoo-ha with the dildo cam looking for a sac, but it's just so early and incredibly difficult to tell.
We decided the best plan of action would be to come in for a D&C tomorrow morning. Wow, I never thought I'd be having my uterus scraped on a Sunday morning when I'd planned on going to the beach. It's like a mini abortion and I never thought I'd be having that done. It's not really like that, but yeah, it sorta, kinda, is all at the same time.
Can I tell you how weird it feels to be relieved? That hopefully we can get this done quickly and it won't be a long, drawn-out and far more complicated process like an ectopic would have been?
He's even cautiously optimistic that if this works and my numbers go down--I'm free to go to Indonesia. He doesn't need to see the numbers return to zero, just going down all next week.
Sweet Jesus. Please go down numbers.
ETA: Just got the numbers back from the blood draw--they are going down by themselves. I am so happy. Thank you body, thank you universe. Change of plans: Dr. VID is having me come back tomorrow morning and we'll do another blood test at 8am. They will rush the results and I should know by 8:30. If they are still going down by themselves--no D&C. If not, I'm in for a 9am appointment.
Thinking positive and optimistically--We're taking our beach bag to the clinic and if the results are good, we're going to the beach. And hopefully--next week we'll be on the beach in Bali.
Because really, who doesn't need a freaking vacation after 8 months of TTC, getting pregnant and having a miscarriage?
I guess the universe wants me to go scuba diving after all.