On Friday we found out that I was pregnant. My beta hCG level, which the embryo produces, was at 77. Anything over 5 is considered a pregnancy. The level needed to rise to at least 150 by Monday, which was the official pregnancy test. Yesterday we found out that my level actually fell, and they said I had a biochemical pregnancy. That means that technically I was pregnant but it was never viable. I have to go back in on Thursday for another blood test to make sure that the level is still falling. If it rises, that would mean an ectopic pregnancy or something equally dangerous and sad. I assume this would mean I would have to go in for a D&C, which is something I'd really like to avoid.
So the "hope" is that the beta level keeps falling and I miscarry. I guess technically I'm still pregnant since I haven't had a miscarriage yet, but the pregnancy would never amount to anything. I still have to take all the medications I was on, so I'm still doing the shots, pills, and patches. Yet instead of having our embry-baby inside me growing, it's dying.
So I guess pray that my beta levels fall and everything can happen naturally. Once that happens we can meet with the doctor and see where to go from there. We have one embryo left. One more chance. The "good" news in all of this is that now we know that I actually can get pregnant. I read a study that women who had a biochemical pregnancy after IVF had a better success rate of having a viable pregnancy the second time than women who did not conceive after IVF. Fingers crossed I suppose.
That's everything as I understand it from what the nurse told me yesterday. I was sobbing through the phone call, so I'm sure I missed a few details. I should know more on Thursday.