Too tired for much of a post tonight, but wanted to let everyone know.
I called the office when they opening this morning (one of the benefits of not sleeping is being available at any hour) and left a message that nothing had happened.
I think the receptionist just told Good Nurse Crystal to call me and not what I had said because when Crystal called she sounded very hopeful when she asked "So, did it work?!"
And really disappointed when I said "not even a little."
She was pretty frustrated. She apologized a hundred times even though I told her it was MY body that was not cooperating, not anything she'd done.
She said she'd call the doc at home and call me back. An hour later, she called and asked me to come in for another beta. I really don't know what the point of that was when we had an u/s on Thursday that showed a sac not budging, but hey, whatever floats their boat. She wanted me to come in to the office rather than going to the lab so she could make sure she got the results back today.
She called about 3 this afternoon and my # was still in the 600's (I was FINALLY sleeping after being up for 2 days and was too groggy to remember the exact #) and wanted to schedule a D&C right away.
So Wednesday morning at 8:30, I get the pray-n-scrape. Of course, all this talk about uterine scarring has scared the shit out of me, so I'm a little nervous. Not about the procedure. I've done that before. No biggie. But the consequences. But what choice do I have?
I'm just glad to have an end in mind. Honestly when I left the office from the blood-draw I almost broke down in the car because I thought they were going to put me off again and I'm just not sure how much more of this I can take.
I felt better after a 4 hour "nap" and a resolution.
I'm actually quite tired tonight and about to go to bed. There's a good chance I'll be up in 3 hours, but I have to at least try.
I'll write more tomorrow. Lots of stuff swirling in my mind this week, just too tired to put it all together.