Uhhh… so get this.
I turned 41 in August. My immune panel just came back a week ago as HORRIBLE, WORST EVER, YOUR BODY IS A FIERY INFERNO READY TO INCINERATE EMBRYOS.
My cycles have been HAYWIRE since the miscarriage in May.
For WHATEVER reason, random out of the blue wild hair, I just decided to take an OPK the day I left to join my husband at his parents’ house. It looked pretty close to positive.
The next day, I did another OPK and it looked positiveish, so, we did our business the next morning.
ONCE in the fertile window, IF the OPK was right. I wasn’t temping so no clue if I really ovulated.
I have a 10 day luteal period. I lost track of the days because WHO THE FUCK CARES when you know you can’t get pregnant anyway.
Last night was 11dpo. No period, so I had to actually renew my Fertility Friend membership so I could tell if I should be expecting it soon (I’m going to visit a friend next week and want to be prepared for AF). And yeah, so what the hell, I’ll take a hpt, why not? I can handle YET ANOTHER NEGATIVE. Took one test, poured out the pee. FREAKED. Put two more tests in the tiny bit left in the cup.
Then this morning:
I had a beta drawn at 8am and I’ll update with results. On Dr. Braverman’s orders, I did 40 mg lovenox last night, 20 mg prednisone this morning, another lovenox this morning, 2cc PIO after my beta/progesterone was drawn, and I’ll do another 20 mg prednisone tonight. And if the beta is reasonable, IVIg asap.
EDIT: beta 34, progesterone 2.8. Another beta Saturday. Not optimistic.
BUT THAT’S CRAZY BECAUSE WTF WTF WTF WTF of course I can’t be pregnant. And especially not stay pregnant.