1. The methotrex.ate shot was effective, and my beta number was down to 10 last Thursday. Hopefully one more test will show a zero level. And then I will be delighted to stop getting my blood drawn every other damn day. However, my nurses are stunningly good at it; not a single bruise, and they've only missed once in...well, I've lost count of the tries. Well done, ladies.
2. If you ever have an ectopic pregnancy, prepare yourself for the WORST CRAMPS EVER when your period finally comes. Seriously. I thought I was dying last Friday night; thankfully, it turned out to be a whopper of a blood clot and not my imminent demise. I was going to give you a "TMI" warning on this one, but then I thought, "Hey! I wrote a post about how I'm so comfortable in stirrups that I practically strip my pants off at the dentist's, so they've heard everything anyway."
3. Our follow-up appointment with the doctor was great. "It doesn't make it okay," he said, "but the silver lining is that your chances of a successful pregnancy are actually better now than they were before." Apparently women who have an ectopic-IVF pregnancy have higher success rates in subsequent cycles. I'm all about any kind of silver lining at this point, so I'll take it.
4. Speaking of more-than-you-wanted-to-know-about-me stuff, my husband and I actually had sex last night. For the first time since before the embryo retrieval, which was, um, March 26th. Wowza. Funny how this particular method of baby-making really does not lead to a decent sex life. At all. We'll be working on that.
5. I qualified for the Shared Risk program, which means we now have the right to hand over $27,000 of our hard-earned savings (do we have that in hand? no. will figure that out later) for a 6-attempt package. Three fresh; three frozen cycles. I'm not sure we'll go that route, but it's good to know that it's an option. Honestly, I'm not sure I have six tries left in me. That's a lot of needles.
6. We recently saw the Ind.igo Girls in concert. They. Rock. I love them. It was awesome.
7. I did not kill any parishioners on Mother's Day. I came close twice, once with an older woman who shook my hand and said, "you're not a mother," (thanks for the update, lady), and again with a mom who kept asking, "do you have kids? do you want kids? when are you going to have them? anytime soon?" These people do not know how lucky they were to escape unscathed. Next year, should we still be baby-less, I will be taking Mother's Day off.
I think that's it for now. I have been enjoying my glasses of wine and slightly-increased caffeine intake, I must admit. The doctor strongly suggested we take a few months off for physical and emotional healing, and I think he's completely right.