The universe is a sadistic fsck.

The universe is trying to drive me insane.

No, there is still nothing conclusive.

I KNOW that my LMP was 12/31, my O day was 1/13, and as of today I should be 7 weeks.

After a beta HCG of 400 and nothing on the ultrasound last week (and 700 the week before), my beta HCG was over 5000 on Tuesday and my ultrasound today showed a gestational sac of only 6mm, no fetal pole (so by their normal calculations, I’m measuring approximately 5 weeks). And as of yesterday, I’m spotting, minor cramping, etc. So I could be miscarrying, but now that they’ve found a gestational sac, there’s a possibility it might just be spotting.

Betas are NOT supposed to drop and then go back up. They either do a bell curve or they go up exponentially.

Thing is, I started spotting and cramping yesterday. So with it measuring small, I could still be miscarrying. And they found out I have an "arcuate uterus", which may or may not actually mean anything, although if it were bicornate (completely heart shaped), those tend to have recurrent loss issues. So it *might* cause issues. And of course, since the previous one proved to be a chromosomal issue, this one might be as well, or it could be a blighted ovum since they didn't see a fetal pole.

As it is, because the news keeps going from good to bad to good to bad, they've had my blood pressure range anywhere from 90/70 to "um, I don't think we're going to write that one down and chalk it up to what you just heard a few minutes ago". My right elbow feels like a pincushion (they can't seem to get anything out of my left and have stopped trying).

The nurse says I know too damned much, because every time they try and break something to me gently, I go into more detail about what I already know about it than they normally would with a patient.

About the only good thing is that they think they can rule out ectopic at this point. But my system is going f-ing haywire, and I'm trying to figure out how to explain to my boss that I have to be out *again* on Monday for yet another doctor's appointment.

Oh, and top this off with my asthma deciding to be contrarian as well. Most women with asthma get better during the early parts of their pregnancies (with the exception that during the latter parts they tend to get a little funky due to lung compression). Mine has flared up both times as soon as my system figures out it's pregnant. And of course, most asthma meds are class C. So now they have me heading out for a pulmonologist appointment on top of everything else.

They took blood again today, I’ll find out tomorrow what the numbers are supposed to be, but they have me scheduled for ANOTHER ultrasound on Monday. My doctor is utterly confused by all of this, because both ultrasounds done by two different labs missed seeing anything last Thursday, so that correlated with the 400, but then the ultrasound today correlated with Monday’s numbers. He said in 42 years he’s never seen anything like this.

Great, I have to be the great unknown. WTF?

The universe is just one sadistic fsck.