A very taxing day
Apr. 17th, 2012 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwomanThe husband and I finished up the taxes and got them filed online tonight. We're getting less of a federal refund than we owe to the state, but the difference is blessedly minimal.
After more days of blood tests and sonograms, we met with the fertility doc this morning, who was concerned that my rising but too-low beta levels and empty sonograms meant something was growing somewhere it shouldn't. Rather than play Russian roulette with my fertility and possibly my life by chancing an ectopic, we decided to go with a shot of Methyltrexate to stop any further growth. Our other option was a laparoscopy and D&C.
While I am firmly pro-choice, I never wanted to have to choose how to end my (OMG please let it have really been non-viable) pregnancy. I am so goddamned tired of crying and being an emotional wreck. Even with the doctor's firm assurances, I will never know for certain what could have happened.
I can't guarantee that I'll be able to make it to the Vancouver con; I have to wait and see what my levels are and how the miscarriage goes. For the next two months, while the Methyltrexate is in my system, I can't drink alcohol, take multivitamins, be in the sun without heavy sunblock, or try to get pregnant. I can't even have sex until I'm cleared by the doctor.
But hey, the taxes are done.
After more days of blood tests and sonograms, we met with the fertility doc this morning, who was concerned that my rising but too-low beta levels and empty sonograms meant something was growing somewhere it shouldn't. Rather than play Russian roulette with my fertility and possibly my life by chancing an ectopic, we decided to go with a shot of Methyltrexate to stop any further growth. Our other option was a laparoscopy and D&C.
While I am firmly pro-choice, I never wanted to have to choose how to end my (OMG please let it have really been non-viable) pregnancy. I am so goddamned tired of crying and being an emotional wreck. Even with the doctor's firm assurances, I will never know for certain what could have happened.
I can't guarantee that I'll be able to make it to the Vancouver con; I have to wait and see what my levels are and how the miscarriage goes. For the next two months, while the Methyltrexate is in my system, I can't drink alcohol, take multivitamins, be in the sun without heavy sunblock, or try to get pregnant. I can't even have sex until I'm cleared by the doctor.
But hey, the taxes are done.
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Date: 2012-04-18 04:40 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-04-18 02:36 pm (UTC)The timing is so fucking ironic; with all the right wing attacks on women's rights, especially their reproductive ones, all I want to do is get and stay pregnant. *sigh*
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Date: 2012-04-19 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-04-19 10:09 pm (UTC)This fucking week cannot be over soon enough.