Bellyaching

So today I started to feel slightly better.  Not terrific, but better than yesterday and certainly better than the day before when I never thought I’d poop again.  I had made it through the weekend and the beastly cramps from a failed IVF cycle, and eventually recovered from the constipation I created for myself with pain meds.  I’ve felt lousy for the last several days but nothing that would make me consider a call to my RE. 

Until I saw this. 

This odd bruising above my navel.  (Ignore the navel piercing evidence from my twenties.)  So I saw this and thought this was really strange.  I immediately wondered if I took too many pain medications and was bleeding internally.  Just didn’t see how I would manage to run into a surface, belly-first, with a non-pregnant belly.  I mean, I’m bloated, but not that bloated. 

It freaked me out.  I called my husband, who works in the medical field which is both a blessing and a curse.  He told me not to worry as he usually does.  But it just didn’t sit well with me.

I went to class where I had to deal with more bellyaching – the group project.  Ugh!  I started this blog to write about my adventures in school, which lately has been overshadowed by infertility, and it might as well stay that way.  Oh group projects, where one or two people carry the weight of five.  Guess who one of the two are?  Yep.  And now that I’m no longer in this waiting mode for IVF to work, I’ve redirected my focus to this class and the slackers need to look out.  LOL!  I’m soooooo incredibly annoyed and have started speaking up about it.  One lady never answers emails, the other never shows up for class and waivers on dropping the class.  Then drop it already!  We need to know if we can rely on you!  Then when she does show up, she selectively works on the fun parts of the project while the rest of us had to do all the dirty work and presentations.  I seriously can not wait for this semester to end for me to graduate. 

I really wanted to have a  baby belly as I walked that stage though. 

So after class, I couldn’t take it anymore and was back to worrying about my aching, and possibly bleeding belly.  I called the RE and talked to the nurse.  I explained my entire weekend and pill-popping to avoid pain regimen.  About an hour later she called me back and said the RE wanted me to come in for an ultrasound. 

Uh, what?  Is it serious? 

She just wanted to make sure nothing was bleeding internally and to check my belly.  So I went in and it ended up being a big fat “I told you so” score one for the hubby appointment.  Thankfully, they couldn’t find anything, but they were all baffled by the bruising.  It’s possible that it was from all the ibuprofen irritating things, thinning the blood.  So she sent me for some blood tests and I was on my way.  I suspect nothing will turn up and that’s a good thing.

All I really want is to be myself again.  No more bloating, tenderness, pain, bowel issues, or strange bruises.  I just want to feel good again.

And I suppose as soon as I do, I’ll find myself in class again, with a whole new bellyache. 

Counting down.