Where did I leave off?

Something about the saga continues, I think.

I wasn't going to write anymore until this evening, because today at 4:30 I have an appointment to have an ultrasound to determine whether or not this new pregnancy is a viable one. But I'm so nervous about this afternoon I need to write. Get these jitters out and calm down a little.

Yep, pregnant again! Already. Wasn't even a month after the surgery, which isn't "good" because according to both Bhiwandi and the ultrasound doc I should wait from six weeks to three months before getting pregnant in order to let my innards heal. But you know, Bhiwandi said that she "cleaned out that tube" really well and there was nothing blocking it, nothing out of the ordinary, so based on that I guess I just pooh-poohed the whole notion that there was a valid, scientific reason to hold off. Not that I was trying to get pregnant again so fast, but rather that I wasn't not trying. Obviously I'm an extremely fertile creature.

I found out last. . .Tuesday? night that I was pregnant again. Took two tests, one that night and the other the next a.m. Failed both. (Or did I pass? I guess it all depends upon one's perspective.) I immediately went to see Dr. Deigan, the ultrasound specialist. He scanned me, but it was too early to see anything that day. Well, anything that would indicate where a fetus might be hanging out, that is. What he could see, though, was that I'd ovulated, from the side that was not operated on (a good thing), and that I had ovulated not just one egg but THREE!

Now this does not mean that I'm going to have triplets, necessarily (and hopefully), only that there is a chance that I could be pregnant with more than one fetus. Which is the second purpose of the scan this afternoon. (First purpose being to find out whether this is a "good" pregnancy, or if I'm going to have to go back through the hell I went through in December.)

I'm so nervous and anxious. I'm fearful that it will be another ectopic pregnancy, and I'm not sure that I could stand that again. I'd have to, I know, but I am hoping, hoping, hoping that's not the case.

C'mon 4:30. . .