My uterus has officially turned into a clown car. I'm carrying triplets.
You see, we got it wrong at the last visit. Yes, the third egg had implanted. Yes, the yolk sack had been present. However, the doctor hadn't seen a heartbeat so we thought the little tyke hadn't made it.
Today we saw three strong heartbeats going. Thump-a-thump-a-thump. Whoa. There was much laughter with an ultrasound wand up my hoo-ha, and a lot of Mark saying "Wow" over and over.
(We also saw the fetuses in their cute tadpole, budding arms stage but Mark was a bit too flabbergasted to ask for pictures of that.)
Once we settled down, though, the doctor got serious and mentioned the increased risks of a triple pregnancy. He referred us to a Maternal Fetal Medicine specialist to discuss the course of the pregnancy. We called the specialist, who happens to be part of the High Risk Obstetrics Department of the infertility clinic's medical center, from the waiting room to make the appointment. I got the front desk who looked up my info -- being part of the same medical center, my records were easily accessible to them -- and told me that I needed to speak with the head midwife first and that she would be calling me back.
She did, but I missed her call since I was on the subway on my way home. So I have to wait until tomorrow to call her back -- she was rushing to the hospital to see a patient when she left the message -- and hopefully schedule an appointment to talk about risks and ethics, discuss our stance on "selective reduction" and finally start my obstetric care.
Sooo... I'm to continue the progesterone for one more week. After that, my body is on its own. I'm also done with the infertility clinic and have been released to specialists who will then release me to OB/GYNs. Hopefully I'll have seen the specialist and we'll have decided on the course of my pregnancy within the next week. (I'm at week 8 and "selective reduction" is done between weeks 10 and 12.)
(Pictures later. Mark took the ultrasound pic with him to work.)
P.S. For the person who has Googled "What does 'a little bit pregnant' mean?" in every freaking language -- I know cause you're showing up in my stats -- the reason you aren't getting the answer you want is that you have the saying wrong. The phrase actually is "You can't be (just) a little bit pregnant." The meaning is that either you are or you aren't. Like either you are a mutant / alien / dog / what have you or you're not. There are no in betweens. I hope that helps you out.
Keep going sea monkeys!
