The Clot Thickens

After 48 hours of doing absolutely nothing, on Thursday I went back for a checkup with my OB. The clot was still there, although it was hard to see exactly what was going on. since he's got an older ultrasound machine. The bleeding had stopped, but the cramping continued, so he prescribed me progesterone to help relax my uterus. If only there was something to help me relax. No one prescribes wine? I bet they would in Europe.

Still, everything seemed fine. Today, 24 hours later, I went to see my high-risk specialist. He's got a fabulous 4D ultrasound machine that is much more accurate. And sadly, showed us much different results.

What we saw was that my 2cm blood clot had more than doubled. It had also moved up to Baby A and has begun to separate her membrane from my uterus. So, basically it has done everything we didn't want it to. And it's happened in record time.

We had some hard conversations with our doctor. With what appeared to be over half her placenta separated, he told us that if it fully separates, we will lose both babies.

Lose both babies.

Cue the tears.

I'll be 19 weeks pregnant on Sunday. I'll also be on strict bedrest until I see the specialist again next week. The doctor went over the rules. No coughing, sneezing, lifting, bending, no housework. At which point my husband interjected, "she doesn't do that anyway."

So, the positive thing to take away here is I finally have a legit reason why I can't do the dishes. And my dog is thrilled to have the extra cuddle time.

And as if being pregnant with twins isn't sexy enough, now I get to wear compression stockings to ensure that I don't get any blood clots in my legs, which is apparently something that can happen when you're pregnant with twins and on bedrest.

And we all know that if it CAN happen, it's gonna happen to me.

There were some other concerns. I'll need an MRI because of some new complication caused by this whole mess. Something I've never heard of and can't pronounce or spell. But the MRI won't happen till next month.

So, I'm not gonna worry about it. For now, I'm just gonna worry about making it to next month.

We are taking this one day, one week, one month at a time.

Today was hard.

Really hard.

This thing will either go away ... or it won't. I refuse to think about the latter because it's just too much. It feels like we need a miracle here. But as a 37-year-old infertile woman who has a healthy 2 1/2-year-old and is currently pregnant with twins, I'm living proof that miracles happen.

So, I'll take all the positive vibes, prayers, chants, and good mojo you got. I'll also take any book, movie and or Netflix/Amazon recommendations you got. Looks like mama is down for the count till further notice.

Now ... Who wants to break the news to my toddler?