The misoprostol didn’t work and the too-small, empty gestational sac is still firmly in place. My doctor says that if I don’t start bleeding by Friday he’ll give me another dose. He had warned me that sometimes if you try and use the meds too early in a pregnancy they won’t work, so it’s not a total surprise, it’s just annoying. Last time I was almost nine weeks and it worked, this time I was just seven weeks, so maybe my body just wasn’t ready yet.
In the meantime, my friend Maija is kind enough to be sticking me with acupuncture needles with the hopes that it will move things along. I went over to her house last night and hung out for an hour with needles in my pinkie toes. So far, no dice, but we’re going to do it again tomorrow night, so who knows.
I’m feeling kind of down, mainly because I’m impatient and just want this resolved. I’m frustrated with my doctor’s office, because my normal nurse is out on disability, and now I get a different nurse every time I call, and they never know what’s going on and I have to explain my whole fucking medical history and their response is always “Come in for another ultrasound.” At least I’ve gotten to the point where I am comfortable enough saying “Hell no”.
I want my body back. I just want things to go back to normal until we’re ready to start trying again. I wasn’t ready to be dealing with this right now. Hawk and I were actually in a place where we were perfectly happy being childless, just enjoying each other, getting ready for our next trip to Europe at the end of this month, and then this came out of nowhere. If it had worked out, that would have been a happy surprise, but now it’s just a huge pain in the ass.
In other news, I voted for Barack Obama today.
