6w2d: Mixed Bag

I was asked why my clinic added Crinone to the mix. My p4 at 17DPO was 22. Not bad, but not stellar, so my dose was increased to 1.5ml. At 19DPO, it was 21, so that extra half a ml didn't seem to be doing much. Then at 22DPO, it was 16. I was clearly trending in the wrong direction. I take my PIO shot at night, so it's possible my levels get even lower in the afternoon/evening. When I started spotting, because the pregnancy is not ectopic after all, my doom and gloom clinic brought up two scenarios: blighted ovum (SHUT UP!) or low progesterone.

They thought I should either increase the PIO to 2ml, one in the morning and one at night, or go vaginal. My ass...is full of bruises and welts. Which isn't just unsightly and ouchy, but it also makes it more difficult for the progesterone to be absorbed. (There's bad circulation in the welts and bruises, and oftentimes the body kind of "walls off" those areas until they're repaired.) So increasing the frequency of injections, they said, probably would not be the best idea. So I agreed to go vaginal, and I hated Endometrin and just simply strongly disliked Crinone, so Crinone it is.

I'm also off the aspirin.

I know I said I didn't ask how my pregnancy was measuring. And I wasn't lying. But they did print off several sheets of information along with my ultrasound pictures. I had a dinner-date with some friends right after our appointment, so my husband took the papers home and I never asked about them. Yesterday I found them and flipped through them.

At 5w3d, my sac was measuring 4w6d. So 4 days behind, which I've read is within the margin of error for ultrasounds. But with my low hCG levels, I do think my baby might be a bit small.

I'm not super-concerned, but I'm not exactly reassured either. I'm starting to get a bit anxious for my next ultrasound. My doctor-sister is flying out for it. My mother is insisting on going as well. My forensics-sister will probably insist on coming as well, because she won't want to be left out. So there will be a lot of people in this little room. I hope it's good news.

I guess part of me is afraid to be as joyful as I was during my first week, because the fall was so hard. But I really want to be back in that place: pregnant and thrilled. I do continue to have morning sickness and exhaustion and breast soreness (and crazy dreams...), so I'm hopeful. But I don't think I can throw caution to the winds till after next Saturday's results.