Well the other shoe has finally fallen. I didn't want to post over the last week because things have been a little too difficult and I wasn't ready to face stuff yet.
I guess it is time now to clear my mind.
Last week was the first follow up ultrasound at ~6weeks (4 after transfer). I have now known I am pregnant for 2 full weeks.
The week before my dad had gone to the hospital because he had collapsed. No apparant reason, just fell over in the dining room while getting ready for dinner. My mom freaked out and got him to the hospital. We all went to the ER and hung out for the entire evening. My dad was fine, just bored and hungry from sitting there all night. I am sitting there, debating with myself whether I should tell my dad or not.
I mean, I don't want him to die without knowing that his youngest is pregnant, but I also haven't really been telling anyone I am pregnant except the few people who have been supportive during my treatments. So only 3 people (besides my husband) know about the flickery thing in my belly. So do I tell him, or wait till I am further along? He has several more doctor appointments and will very likely have surgery soon and he isn't the youngest dad around.
So, at the ultrasound, I am told that I am a few days behind schedule. The Dr feels this is no big deal, I probably just implanted a couple days later than they expected. I should have been 6w2d and instead I was 5w6d. So instead of being due on July 29, I am likely going to be Aug 1 or 2 (the 2nd is my anniversary).
I am scheduled to go in today for my 7w3d ultrasound and find out that now we are at 6w1d. So in 8 days, it has only grown 2 days along. The heart rate was about 100, and should have been around 120 and the size only increased slightly.
We then met with the doctor and the word 'miscarriage' came up a lot. Not only did it get discussed but it is basically a certainty. He said that there is maybe a 10% chance of keeping this pregnancy to term.