Back to the hospital this morning.
I’ve been chucking trainees out of my consultations left right and centre over the last week and a half. I’m usually not bothered by them, but I just don’t feel like I can face an audience on this one.
So… yet another ultrasound.
Apparently there is a 4mm piece of something left in my uterus. And my lining measures 17mm.
They won’t discharge me until my lining measures <15mm.
So I have to go back in two weeks for a follow up. They seemed to think I had a lot more bleeding still to come, but my bleeding is really tailing off now. I know my body – I don’t think it will shift anything else until my next period. In fact I noticed yesterday, amongst the blood, the beginning of the stretchy cervical mucus I always get in weeks 1 and 2 of my normal cycle. Ah, the body moves on so fast.
Perhaps if I went for a quick 3 mile run the last piece might fall out?
Ha ha ha – kidding. You don’t seriously think I’d go for a run after what my body has been through do you? I can barely poo properly because my digestive tract is still settling back into its former position now that all the pregnancy stuff has gone and returned the space to my bowels.
In other news, the lab at Salisbury confirmed with the hospital that they had the baby for testing, so hopefully not too much longer to wait on results.
Update: I did a pregnancy test. A strong positive still. Bah.
I tested negative quite quickly after my miscarriages at 6.5 weeks, but I guess this will just take a little longer as I was so much further along.
Maybe that run is not such a bad idea after all…