But it wasn't.
The next day, my test still showed positive, but the line was so faint I could hardly see it. Definitely much lighter than any of the three tests I took the previous day. The second test of the day, even fainter. Day three, completely negative. There are two explanations for this.
First, a chemical pregnancy is a fancy name for a really early miscarriage. Now, because tests are so sensitive, women can test before their period and get a pretty accurate result. And if women are trying to get pregnant, of course they will test early, like I did. But many pregnancies end in miscarriage. A chemical pregnancy is one that ends in miscarriage 5 weeks or earlier- before a gestational sac would have been big enough to be detectable on an ultrasound. The doctors just rely on detecting the chemicals to determine pregnancy. Many of these miscarriages are just about the same time or a few days later than a period would be, so many of these women wouldn't have even known that they were pregnant if they hadn't tested. In these cases, either the egg doesn't quite implant right, or it did implant, but no embryo started to grow and the mother's body figured it out pretty quickly and shed the empty sac immediately.
Sometimes false positives can happen. Usually, one gets false positives because of improper testing, or it was an expired test, or she had fertility treatment that included injecting hCG. I know those are not the case for me because I followed directions exactly, the tests were brand new, and I am not on medication that would turn a test positive. But sometimes it's possible for a test to turn positive even if the woman is not pregnant. These are very rare.
We can never know what actually happened with me since I didn't do an hCG blood test at the doctor's office, which would have been able to tell me how much of the pregnancy hormone was in my blood, if there was any at all. John likes to think that I had gotten false positives because he feels it's less sad. I like to think that I was pregnant and the baby didn't grow, so I had a chemical. That gives me hope knowing that the sperm can meet the egg, which was my number one worry. I'm actually relieved and celebrating the fact that there isn't a big road block preventing the sperm from reaching their destination.
I am a bit surprised at how well I am handling it. I'm disappointed, let down, and a bit sad, but not super depressed. I just had a feeling when I saw the positive test for the first time that this wasn't going to work. So when I saw the lines get slowly lighter, eventually turning back to negative until my (for lack of a better word) period started, it was just a confirmation that my impression was correct. I think it was God preparing me for what was going to happen.
I also don't even know if there was a baby at all. In miscarriages this early, a lot of times there is just an empty sac with no embryo. It's not as sad to me to lose an empty gestational sac, so that is how I have to think about this.
It was also easier because it was so early on. If I had gone on for a few weeks thinking I was pregnant, it would have been much harder. I would have let myself start to get excited, and probably would have started telling my close friends and family. I'm glad that it ended so early, at 4.5 weeks. Not long enough to really consider myself as being pregnant.
It might have also helped that I have gone through something like this before, and saw how I survived and that everything has turned out to be okay. Different, deviated from the plan, but okay. The world didn't fall apart, the sun still rises every morning, and other good things in my life continued to happen. I guess I can say I have officially accepted my disease. Whether that's out of inner peace or just plain defeat, I don't know. But it helps me to survive.
Well, 24th try, here we come.
Sometimes false positives can happen. Usually, one gets false positives because of improper testing, or it was an expired test, or she had fertility treatment that included injecting hCG. I know those are not the case for me because I followed directions exactly, the tests were brand new, and I am not on medication that would turn a test positive. But sometimes it's possible for a test to turn positive even if the woman is not pregnant. These are very rare.
We can never know what actually happened with me since I didn't do an hCG blood test at the doctor's office, which would have been able to tell me how much of the pregnancy hormone was in my blood, if there was any at all. John likes to think that I had gotten false positives because he feels it's less sad. I like to think that I was pregnant and the baby didn't grow, so I had a chemical. That gives me hope knowing that the sperm can meet the egg, which was my number one worry. I'm actually relieved and celebrating the fact that there isn't a big road block preventing the sperm from reaching their destination.
I am a bit surprised at how well I am handling it. I'm disappointed, let down, and a bit sad, but not super depressed. I just had a feeling when I saw the positive test for the first time that this wasn't going to work. So when I saw the lines get slowly lighter, eventually turning back to negative until my (for lack of a better word) period started, it was just a confirmation that my impression was correct. I think it was God preparing me for what was going to happen.
I also don't even know if there was a baby at all. In miscarriages this early, a lot of times there is just an empty sac with no embryo. It's not as sad to me to lose an empty gestational sac, so that is how I have to think about this.
It was also easier because it was so early on. If I had gone on for a few weeks thinking I was pregnant, it would have been much harder. I would have let myself start to get excited, and probably would have started telling my close friends and family. I'm glad that it ended so early, at 4.5 weeks. Not long enough to really consider myself as being pregnant.
It might have also helped that I have gone through something like this before, and saw how I survived and that everything has turned out to be okay. Different, deviated from the plan, but okay. The world didn't fall apart, the sun still rises every morning, and other good things in my life continued to happen. I guess I can say I have officially accepted my disease. Whether that's out of inner peace or just plain defeat, I don't know. But it helps me to survive.
Well, 24th try, here we come.
