Last week, I took a couple pregnancy tests. All positive. I was so excited. I told The Hubster and he was so excited too. We told Piglet and he didn’t seem to care, he is after all only 10 months old. I went to 2 OB appointments, the first one I got a positive urine test and the second appointment was the blood work. I got all the blood work done but I didn’t feel right. I didn’t feel pregnant. I know, you’re thinking it was too early to feel pregnant but when I was pregnant with Piglet, I just knew.
Tuesday night, the doctor called and said that my Hcg number was really low, it was only 4. I googled it and at 5 weeks, I should have been at least 5, but probably way higher. At first I thought maybe I miscalculated and I wasn’t as pregnant as I thought but then I started to worry.
Then yesterday, I got a period. Or a miscarriage. Something. I still went in today to get blood work done and the number had gone down to 0.9. A definite loss. I have to go back next week to see if the number is down to 0 since right now I’m “chemically pregnant.”
I was really upset yesterday and I couldn’t talk to The Hubster because his Internet was down so he didn’t know anything until this afternoon. He said he was okay but I think he was upset too. I hate that this might leave him upset while he’s deployed. We can’t hold each other. He can give Piglet extra hugs like I’ve been doing but the good thing is, he will be home soon.
Obviously, it wasn’t our time to bring another peanut into the world so I’m trying to stay positive. I know God will bring us another baby when it’s the right time.