In December of 2025, we got our first pregnancy positive. Lived blissfully until our first scan at 8 weeks, and the heartbreaking conclusion of a MMC, which is a unique hell and begins a long saga when your body can’t figure it out. So many ultrasounds, blood tests, attempted medical, ended up in the ER, body didn’t completely pass, and ended up with a D&C anyway.
We tried again immediately after in April, and to our utter shock, wound up pregnant again. Before I could even get in for our earlier ultrasound this time at 6.5 weeks, I start bleeding. Go in immediately for an ultrasound that day, and nothing can be confirmed. Still a sac, a yolk sac, but no fetal pole. Doc says too early to tell, but clear evidence of bleeding and a clot in my uterus and doesnt look like a SCH. Can‘t rule a miscarriage and am scheduled to come in for bloodwork to see if my HCG is still rising. I’m bleeding on and off all week but all brown and really no clots.
Blood results come in and — welp! HCG is still rising just at the bare minimum levels, so STILL can’t rule it out. Body is still acting as if I’m pregnant. I now get to keep sitting here nearly 98% confident this is unviable and just... wait… until yet another ultrasound to tell me finally. And then begins a whole other set of testing, appointments, waiting, waiting some more.
Honestly, I could really handle if this is another loss, but the absolute saga both of these instances have been is so exhausting. I think we talk a lot about grief here, but I just don’t think I knew they total exhaustion. Any encouraging words as so welcome 💕
I’m hoping so much for everyone’s miracles, and although I don’t know you, I’m rooting for us and love you all 🌈