Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Emotionally Shipwrecked

I'm glad I exhaled last week because right now it's hard to breathe. We went for the first sonogram of this pregnancy this afternoon. 7 weeks. I've been trying with everything in me to think positively, and why shouldn't I? I've been feeling increasingly nauseous, most all food sounds terribly disgusting and my boobs are still tender. But my heart was scared.

It had every right to be. From the moment the sonogram view was up on the screen, Mr. Mandolyn and I knew something wasn't ok. It took a long time for the doctor to see anything. (Apparently I'm adding disgruntled tilted uterus to my growing list of dysfunctional parts.) Every now and then we could catch a blurry glimpse of a pregnancy sac, but couldn't see anything in it. Nothing. The sac measured 6 weeks. I know that isn't a good sign. So I'm going back next week for another go around. Basically, it doesn't look good, but we're holding onto a sliver of hope. Just in case. Fuck me. The All Time Best Nurse in the world came up to us as we were making the appointment. She gave me a hug, looked at me through teary eyes and said, "I'll pray for you." One of these days I'll let her know how wonderful she really is.

Damn it all to hell, this hurts. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel- how much hope to hang on to versus not setting myself up for disaster. But if that tiny tiny chance is right and there is a baby in there fighting with everything she has, I can't just emotionally check out. Not yet. Most of all, I'm afraid to listen to my heart. It's trying to protect me, I know that...and I know that I'm thinking worst-case scenario, but that's all that I know. I needed good news today. Desperately. I needed to know that everyone else and their "good feelings about this time" trumped my guarded thoughts. I needed my prayers to be answered, to feel like they were listened to. And I don't. I feel empty, angry, confused, hurt...shipwrecked. I need a damn lifevest.

6 comments:

aah0424 said...

Oh, Mandolyn, I'm so sorry about the news you got. I am going to have hope of all hope over the next week that you go in and everything is fine. Know that I'm thinking of you!

Oh, and thanks for your comments on my blog!

Heather said...

I'm hoping for you too. So, if you need to listen to your heart and protect yourself, do it - cause we are here hoping for you. I'll keep Hope alive. (I was thinking about kicking her out of the house - but for you I will keep her around!)

the_road_less_travelled said...

I'm so sorry your news wasn't good. I hope on your next visit it will be better. Take Care.

Anonymous Infertile said...

I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine how scared you must be right now. I will be thinking of you and hoping that you get a miracle next week.

The Town Criers said...

I'm hoping for you, Mandolyn. You're in the worst period right now--where you don't know so you can't mourn and you can't celebrate. Be easy on yourself this week. It's all about you--screw everything else.

katty said...

I'm very sorry.