Nebulous Mooch

I haven’t written a post in a long time and I guess I should give you some sort of explanation. Let’s just say that I’ve been a bit busy since coming back to the UK.

About a week after we got back, I found out I was pregnant. I had a whole week to celebrate and feel really excited until things started going wrong again. Since then I’ve had numerous ultra-sound scans,  laparoscopic surgery(I like to call it lascopity) , a totally unnecessary uterus vacuuming procedure, an MRI and some crazy medication injected into my rear end.

My sister says that my body likes to play a little game called Hide the Fetus. Last time it discovered that the fallopian tube isn’t really a good hiding place–too obvious. So this time it’s chosen a much better place that has all the doctors stumped. My pregnancy hormone levels keep going up, but they can’t find the pregnancy anywhere. As long as this magical hidden pregnancy progresses apparently I’m in danger.

I’m on a drug that’s supposed to make me have a miscarriage. It makes me feel really nauseous, but only if I eat something. As long as my stomach is empty I feel pretty good. The problem is that I love to eat.