The "I" is for Ignoramus.....or Imbecile.....or Idiot....Hmm, I guess that would also make me a D.I.C.(head)?
All right, so maybe I am being a little hard on myself. But I am feeling like a true moron these past 24 hours. I may have slightly over-reacted yesterday (understatement of the year) but how could I really help it?
The comedy of errors that went on for me to get my test results notwithstanding, I am surprised I didn't lose it even worse yesterday. Verizon, our local telephone company, had a voice mail outage right around the precise time I was supposed to be getting the phone call from the clinic. I prefer to have the clinic call me at home and leave me a voicemail, rather than deal with these phone calls in the non-privacy of my workplace. Let's couple that with the fact that I am the lone female in my department, I am sure that the guys in the cubicles surrounding mine appreciate being spared from conversations such as "How many times per day should I insert the vaginal suppositories? Twice? Okay....and I will have symptoms similar to menstrual cramps? All right, good to know." Yeah. So when voicemail went out, the clinic had to call me at work. As a rule, if I am not sitting at my desk, I am in the ladies room. I don't usually have a lot of other places to be during the workday, so you can reach me by phone 99.99999% of the time. But of course, I missed their call. We (the clinic and I) proceeded to play phone tag for the next hour. I felt like a stalker, to be quite honest, as I kept hitting redial, over and over, and hanging up when it went to voicemail AGAIN. (They must not use Verizon, lucky bastards.)
So here is why I felt then, and still feel now, like an imbecile. I finally got a live person on the phone at the clinic and I am thinking 'here it is, the ANSWER. Positive or negative, congratulations or we're sorry, but either way, an answer awaits me.'
"Dawn? We have your results."
"Yes........?" I am holding my breath.
"It's a Six."
Um....I don't know what she is talking about. And I am so instantly ashamed of myself that I don't know what she is talking about. I don't even know enough about this very situation that plagues me...why have I not read every piece of information that exists out there on infertility so that I would know what the hell a GOD-DAMNED Six means?
Finally, I say to the nurse, "Um, I don't know what that means. What does a six mean?"
"Your beta is a six. We like to see it between 50 and 100. And you are a six. That is extremely low."
I now feel even more idiotic. AND frustrated. I feel like I do when am talking to one of those jerks at Jiffy Lube, when I ask "So how much is this going to cost?" and they reply with "Well your carburetor needs a thingamabob and the air filter needs a new widget and the whatdyacallit should be flushed." As though this is an adequate answer to my pricing question. Answer a "what does it cost" question with a dollar figure, please, and answer a "pregnancy-test-results" question with a "you're pregnant" or "you're not." Please.
I took the nurses emphasis on my extremely low beta count to mean that the test was negative. Except why wouldn't she just say THAT - that I am not pregnant?
"Dawn, continue taking your suppositories and come back to the clinic in two days for another blood test."
For some reason, this felt like a slap in the face. I think that in my attempt at self-preservation, I tried so hard to prepare myself for bad news that I wrapped it in the reassurance that "at least it would be an answer." I knew that one way or another I would get my answer. I even
posted about the options I would have facing me at the end of the day yesterday. Except that wasn't what I got, and I just couldn't "deal."
Trying to mask my tears at work was oh-so-hard. The few female colleagues who knew what was going on instantly took my tears to mean that I got the answer I was not hoping for, but had been preparing for. To make it easier on myself I simply nodded to acknowledge their suspicions. I motioned that I couldn't talk today, let's talk tomorrow, 'kay?
Even on my blog, I just couldn't get into it. Here I had been, oh-so-smug, Miss Smarty-Pants, writing away about all the plans I would begin after my test results. How ignorant I felt yesterday afternoon. How could I not know that this was a possibility?
I forgot one key thing - being "infertile" means that I am not like other people. There will not be that pee-on-a-stick-and-wait-for-two-lines moment between Anthony and I. The pregnancy tests I get, as an infertile, are not clear cut. Anthony and I will not be privy to the kind of private, exciting "Oh my GOD we're pregnant" kind of moment. This will be long and drawn out, and medical all the way, and painful. Oh so painful.
Even if we ever get to that point that it "looks good" that there "may be" a viable pregnancy on the way, it will still be clouded with tests and daily monitoring and a sense that I will never fully be able to relax and accept that this is really happening to me because the whole process is just so precarious. I never realized that there could be
varying degrees of pregnancy. I guess, if what my new friend
Mandy says is true, then you could basically say that at the moment I am "practically-not pregnant." And that just doesn't sit right with me. I honestly think "not pregnant" would have been easier to accept.
Hey, I got the fairy-tale wedding, with ALL the bells and whistles. Therefore I guess I shouldn't complain, I just need to accept the fact that creating a child will be as lackluster a process as doing my taxes. In the end, THAT doesn't really matter, provided we get the actual child at the end of this tedious, clinical process.
I wonder if some day in the distant future I am ever going to emerge from our bathroom, little white stick in hand, turn to Anthony and say "You're NEVER going to believe this honey, we're gonna have a baby!" I can't even imagine that it happens for some couples in that way. But, it does. And for other couples, THIS that we are going through is the process. And it does, in fact, suck, but it is for a good cause - the BEST cause - so I must continually remind myself of that fact.
To my dear friends for reaching out to cheer me on yesterday morning and to comfort me in the afternoon, thank you SO MUCH. It truly helps to have you in my life. I appreciate your well-wishes more than I can express. If I ever have a baby I will name it after all of you. (Isn't that in-vogue now anyways, a name with fifteen or so hyphenations?)
So I will try to post tomorrow, at some point, with my latest test results. I really don't know what to expect now. The beta could be the same, or lower, or possibly higher, marginally or exponentially. There are an infinite number of possibilities tomorrow but one thing is now crystal clear - I am not going to know ANYTHING AT ALL until I know something FOR CERTAIN.
And that's just the way this is going to be. The waiting game continues.....