Meet the blob

Not gonna lie, kinda feel like I’ve been snorting sunshine and unicorn shit.  I’m so high on life right now I don’t even recognize myself.  This happiness thing is a total mindfuck.

First, I’d like to introduce ya’ll to Blob.

ultrasound of gestational sac

Say “hi” Blob!

That, ladies and gentlemen, is a fucking gestational sac.  A sac IN my uterus (and not my tubes).  A sac measuring 5 weeks 1 day (pretty damn spot on to my 5 weeks 2 day reality).  And a sac that has a rockstar 5,306 beta value to keep it warm at night.  Did you seriously catch that beta?  Last pregnancy my beta at 7 WEEKS was just 2,083.  Blob here is a total overachiever.  I’m smitten already.

I don’t even know where to start with how the rest of my day went.  I mean, the rest of the day pretty much comprised of me floating from moment to moment on a cloud of euphoria.  Have I said this happiness shit feels weird on me?

After meeting the Blob, I “worked” for a few hours before heading to my first counseling session with a new counselor.  I’d scheduled the session to help me cope with what I thought would be, at best, inconclusive news, and, at worst, well, you know what news I thought I was getting today.  Instead I flitted into my appointment a happy person.  What exactly does one do in therapy when they’re happy?  I’ve totally never had that problem before.  Anyway, Dr. H appears to be a brilliant sweetheart.  She actually reminded me so much of my dear friend A, herself a budding psychologist.  Unlike the previous IF counselor I consulted, she didn’t immediately dismiss me for wanting to have a sense of control in the process – to be informed of my lab values, to have a say in my treatments, to keep in close contact with my doctors.  Instead, she said exactly what I’ve always found myself saying.  She explained:

If you know you are a researcher by nature, having all the data points can be a great source of comfort!  I don’t think you are harming anything by recognizing what type of person you are and what type of relationship you need to have with your physicians.  I just wish you could find one that would listen to you a little better and not belittle your coping mechanisms.

Shut the front door!  45 minutes together and this gal already “gets me” more than most people I’ve ever met.  Score!  I return in two weeks, but have her cell number should a crisis arise in the meantime.

Next it was off to my first ever OB/GYN appointment in a very long time.  I mean, I’ve scheduled many OB appointments, but I’ve never actually made it to one.  Imagining having to go to this appointment a few mere hours after hearing, “I’m sorry, I can’t find anything in your uterus” or “I’m sorry, your beta just isn’t rising” literally kept me up last night.  Visualizing walking into an office chock full of giant bellies and murals of newborn pics made me sick to my stomach this morning, and had me shaking uncontrollably as I rode the elevator up to their sixth floor offices.

When I walked in, no bellies.  No pictures.  An empty waiting room with a few no-nonsense receptionists that were immediately attentive to my presence.  (What?)  I had barely sat down when a nurse scooped me back (an OB that’s on time?), and my 2:40 appointment started promptly at 2:40.  Aside from the nurse being unable to find PIO in their computer system (for which she was highly apologetic and did not blame me like so many other nurses before for having the gall to take such unusual medications), my interactions with Anne the nurse were pure gold.  Not once did she say, “Just relax” or “I had a friend who..” (both phrases that were tossed at by my RE’s nurse just this morning).  Instead, she smiled throughout, congratulating me, fawning over the pic of Blob I brought with me, and told me to call whenever I needed anything.  (Wait, what?)

When the doctor entered the room he had the same genuine smile across his face.  30 seconds in his phone went off (oh no!  I’m going to get rushed and ignored again!).  He told his intern he was with a “very important new patient” and he’d have to call her back.  He then apologized for ignoring me for a total of 15 seconds and explained, “Ah, you know, teaching hospitals.  Everybody always wants you NOW NOW NOW!”  We talked my history, we talked my thyroid, we talked his philosophy, we talked me RE.  He kept reassuring me I was in the drivers’ seat, that no questions were silly, that he’d worked with many of my RE’s (who he kept referring to by his first name) before, and that he will never forget the journey that’s brought us here and always respect the unique challenges our IF has created for us.  He said, “I know there is no ‘normal’ for anyone who’s had to go through infertility.  You won’t believe this baby is here until you’re loading it in the car seat, and that’s fine.  Just promise me you’ll let me know how I can help make it a little easier.”  (OMG, am I on candid camera?)

I told him a bit about this year’s ANA drama (see, for example, here and here for the beginner’s guide).  He was downright annoyed at the way the whole thing was handled.  “You mean, they just sent you away with their hands in the air saying ‘Who knows?'”  Pretty much, yea, that’s what they did.  That did not abide Dr. T.  He ordered a full autoimmune workup for me and drew the blood right there and then.  Another more advanced ANA panel, DNA something, Sedimentation rate, C-Reactive Protein, Lupus Anticoagulant, etc., etc.  If anything comes back abnormal, he’s getting me in with their sister Perinatology clinic.  I have found the only proactive doctor left on this planet.  Holy shit did I hit the jackpot!  He also will be monitoring my thyroid (with both TSH and Free T4… woo!) every 4 weeks and adjusting meds as necessary.  He said he’d find a way to get me in for as many ultrasounds as I needed to feel comfortable (OMG!) and that he’ll be there with me through it all.  He gave me his fucking cell phone number!  Yea, my 2:40 appointment?  I left the building at 4:00.  Not one bit of that was me waiting alone in a room.  What the what?

I will follow up with him in 2 weeks (November 7) to go over the findings of the blood work and give him an update on how things are going with the RE.  Assuming all is well (oh, please let all be well!) I’ll be scheduled for my initial OB appointment about a week later.  Someone pinch me.  Is this actually happening?

So, now, it’s off to see the hubby.  I’ve been running all day, he’s been working all day, and we haven’t seen each other since I rolled out of bed at a crisp 5:30am in order to get to my RE appointment on time.  We’ve texted and had brief phone chats, but now I’m off to meet him, hug him, and gush endlessly at a celebratory dinner.  Good night my lovelies, and thank you so much for helping to hold me together all these past months.  You have NO IDEA how much you’ve all meant to me.

21 thoughts on “Meet the blob

  1. Holy shit is right! I’m so glad you found someone who listens.

    And holy-freaking-super-blob! That’s a fantastic beta! I’m hoping I can follow in your good-news footsteps soon with my IVF cycle next month. I follow you on Twitter (@wifeyofasailor) and have been on pins and needles hoping that you had good news… but I never imagined what AWESOME news you’d get!

    • Thanks! Here’s hoping this is the beginning of a new trend for all of us. Now if I can just find a way to stay sane until my next ultrasound on Thursday…

  2. Hi, blob!!! I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to read this post! Literally crying happy tears. You deserve all of it & so much more. Finally! You have medical professionals who GET you, who CARE for you, who are willing to work with you & let you have a say!
    I want you to know without sounding like an idiot, (too late) I’ve learned so much from you, your blog, it’s touched me to my core, made me laugh, made me cry a lot (happy, sad, frustrated, & hopeful) I’ve also learned I was shamefully one of the annoying newbies asking you too many questions. I’m so very sorry for that. Desperation isn’t pretty or flattering.
    I am a big fan of this blog & your sense of humor. wish you all the best with this pregnancy.

    • Aww, don’t be so hard on yourself! We all start somewhere, and honestly I hate that any of us should ever have to pass beyond those “annoying newbie” days and into the crusty, bitter old shells of women that I know I’ve often felt like over the past several years. 🙁

      Thanks so much for your comment and for your incredibly kind words!

  3. Congratulations! I’ve been following your blog a couple months now and I am so happy for you and your blob! I cried reading this post and I wish you continue to update with good news..

    I stumbled onto your blog the day after my laparoscopy and laughed and cried while I caught up on your journey. Thanks so much for sharing your story.

    • Hopefully the laughing didn’t cause too much incision pain! I learned the hard way after lap#1 to avoid gorging on Netflix comedies! 🙂

      Thanks so much, and I’m glad that I can even be a small help in this aggravating struggle.

  4. *HIGH FIVE*

    I’m not sure it’s possible for a day to be much more awesome than that. You’re due for some breaks. I’m thrilled for you and your lovely Blob!

  5. Hello Blob! Welcome to your new home for the next 30+ weeks! Enjoy your mother’s sense of humor while you’re in there! She will never know how it’s kept so many of us laughing out loud through our own tears! Wonk her up a little bit with some nausea and heartburn, just to remind her that you really are growing everyday! Not too much though, we still need her to keep us posted on YOU!! Grow Blob! Grow! 🙂

    • Awww, thanks. Still pretty symptom-free so still a big giant mental case. Of course, I said that to Mr. But IF last night and he looked at me and said, “Well, there’s they uh mood…” and then he got this look of horror in his eyes when he basically told me I was a hormonal emotional mess… Yay?

  6. What a wonderful day. You have a particular gift for being able to suck the marrow out of good things when they happen to you. You don’t just let them go by. And what a wonderful golden day to revel in.

    • I’m glad you think so! Sometimes I’m worried that I’m far too doom and gloom all the time, so to hear someone congratulate me on finding and embracing joy? Yea, that feels really, really good!

  7. Blob is just beautiful already! And I’m SO glad you had amazing meetings with both your counsellor and doctor, who sound fantastic! Looks like its all coming together…revel in that feeling!

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