Come What May

Of course this has been a hard week and my emotions have been all over the place, although I'm desperately trying to squelch out any emotions and just let my head take over in order to protect my heart. I can't help but pondering and guessing how things are going to work out with this.

On the one hand, and the hand on which I'm leaning at the moment, I've got a hunch that things are not going to go my way on this one. I'm not giving up, I'm just preparing myself for the possibility. My symptoms have subsided, and that could be just because I've been working and not noticing them, but nonetheless... My breasts are still a tad sore, but not nearly what they were a few weeks ago. I haven't really been nauseous. As the week rolled on, I had more energy to cope with the day.

On the other hand, I haven't had any cramps or bleeding, (but then the progesterone could be holding all of that back, right?). I did read a thousand stories on the Internet (thank you Melanie) about people who went in for their ultrasound at six weeks, and went back later and got a heartbeat. And there is a whole web site about misdiagnosed miscarriages of especially women who have tilted uteri, which I do have. Something about the ultrasound not being able to pick everything up as well. There's also a bit of information that claims that a lot of IVF miscarriages are misdiagnosed because the ultrasound was too early.

The one good thing that might come from the waiting is that I will have had some time to ponder the worst, and come to terms with it a little. Just in case. I can handle whatever comes my way, maybe this time with a little counseling.

My husband did put the ultrasound on the fridge on top of our embryo pics. I thought that was sweet, come what may.