Blighted Ovum... Or where my body thought it was pregnant

I haven't updated on here in a long time... a really long time... and here's why.

Back in November, the Fifth actually, I found out that A and I were expecting our first.  We were ecstatic.  L was happy and J (A's 8 year old daughter) was overjoyed.  This was going to be our first - and both our last - baby.  Names were thrown around.  Appointments were made.  Things were going well.

Then I had my first ultrasound.  I should have been 8 weeks along, but my gestational sac was measuring 5 weeks and 3 days.  No big deal, I might have ovulated late.  My Dr. wanted me back in the following day for blood work to test my HGC levels.  They called 24 hours later and said they matched up with how far along I was showing.  Smiles all around.

A week after the initial ultrasound, they wanted me back in to check growth.  The first appointment, A and L had gone with me but this appointment I just had L since it was so early in the morning.  The ultrasound tech brought us in the room and got down to it.  We did external and a vaginal ultrasound.  There was the gestational sac.  There was still nothing in it.  I was devastated.  More blood work was ordered.  My HGC levels were increasing.

Then on Wednesday my OB, Dr. Fernandez, called me to tell me that what I had was actually called a "blighted ovum".  That means I was pregnant, but there was chromosomal abnormalities and my body didn't let the fetus develop.  But my body still thought I was pregnant.  I was exhausted, had food aversions, nausea, sore boobs, the whole nine yards.  We decided it would be best to terminate the pregnancy in favor of letting my body do it for me.  Lots of tears were shed by me, LOTS.

The procedure (D&C) was done today.  My mom took me to the hospital at 5am to check in a pre-op.  At 6am my nurse Sarah had me hooked up to the IV with only 1 blown vein (my right arm is a tricky bitch) and by 7 I was being wheeled into the OR to start everything.  The last thing I remember is having the oxygen mask put on me.  I woke up at 815ish and was being thrust a cup of apple juice.  By 830 I was being wheeled out to my mom's car.

My throat is killing me from the breathing tube from the anesthesia and I'm slightly swollen feeling in my uterus, but that's as far as my pain goes.  I'm still loopy from being knocked out and I haven't started my triple medicine cocktail.  I'll probably do an update tomorrow morning on how I'm feeling though :)