Monday, MLK Jr. day: got my first very faint positive urine dip. 😆 Called my midwife, she accepts me as a walk-in patient bc she’s the bomb. Orders labs- hcg comes back 21. Yay! I’m officially pregnant after trying for 8 months. She orders progesterone levels too bc of family history deficiencies. Those get sent out so I didnt find out until Wednesday that my level was 12, pretty low. I had every pregnancy symptom known to woman-kind.

Wednesday: urine dip is getting lighter? 🤦🏻‍♀️ maybe I’m miscarrying? 2nd round of hcg done that day came back 18. Definitely miscarriage. 💩 Midwife orders a ultrasound for one week from Friday to check my linings and more bloodwork to confirm hcg levels are decreasing.

Monday 1-27: bleed heavily, pretty sure this is it and get super sad, call off all week so I can be alone with my feelings and not talk to anyone but my dog. By this point I’m ending conversations with my dog “ok, good talk” pat pat. Tuesday, very light bleeding. Only spotting the remainder of the week. This same pattern happened on my last miscarriage in September so not surprised by this. Convinced there will be a second phase. Symptoms are fading to nothing very noticeable.

Today, Friday 1-31: ultrasound reveals no remaining tissues and normal lining thicknesses. Ovaries look healthy. PCOS no longer visible. 🤨 Labs drawn. Midwife looks over ultrasound results. We come up with a plan: provera to induce period and clean the slate, clomid to help ovulation and progesterone later.

Midwife texts “hey, call me” hcg levels are in.

At 193. 😳😖😭🤔😃🥺🧐🤣🤨

Come again?

How does... that...what? Is it possible?

Actual things that came out of my mouth:

“I’m so confused.”

“Shit Gail, I’d better stop taking that Xanax.”

“Gail, do I have a tumor?”

“No, Gail, we haven’t had sex in the last two weeks, I’ve been sick so we couldn’t have conceived a second time this month.”

- embarrassing to admit we haven’t had sex...

New plan: redraw labs in two days, this Monday. Might be a viable pregnancy and what I experienced was implantation bleeding. If that’s true, holy crap that thing is DUG in. Other theory is there’s a clump of tissue still pumping out hormones for no reason. My personal favorite theory is I had two eggs, both fertilized at different times. One died, one didn’t. Moral of the story: God works in mysterious ways.

Does anyone have a similar story? I’ve read thousands of stories on here and haven’t heard of anything close to this.