I’ve learned some new information since yesterday, and I wanted to share it here in case I can help anyone else searching around for it. There’s not a lot out there currently.
I have two resident OB friends, and right before I posted yesterday, I emailed them to ask about my ultrasound. They obviously hadn’t seen the scan themselves, but both said, “It sounds like your doctor is concerned about an interstitial pregnancy.”
An interstitial, or cornual (these are actually two different things, but most people use them interchangeably), pregnancy is a rare type of ectopic pregnancy. The pregnancy implants in the uterus, but close or attached to the place where the fallopian tube connects with the uterus. It’s so rare that it represents 1-3% of all ectopic pregnancies. But apparently it’s more commonly seen with IVF. I’m not sure why. Unlike typical ectopics, beta numbers often rise normally.
Of course after hearing about this, I immediately emailed my doctor. She definitely did not mention interstitial pregnancy yesterday, so I wanted to hear what she had to say about the topic. Instead of emailing she called me back. Unfortunately, I missed the call.
Her voicemail was as follows:
“Hi, it’s Dr. G. I don’t think you need to worry. We obviously do need to keep an eye on it, but I think that this is not going to be an interstitial pregnancy.”
So that is very good, and I should just be reassured and go off into Happy Land, right? I know I should. But I have to be honest, you guys. I am really struggling. I don’t know if it’s the hormones or the stress of fertility treatments finally catching up with me, but I spent most of yesterday crying. Of course, it was stealth crying because I was at work. I’ve been doing all my usual visualizations and breathing and none of it is really working.
I can’t with the curve balls. They are so sneaky. I was worried about possibly not seeing a heartbeat at my six week ultrasound. I wasn’t really worried about the ultrasound yesterday. I certainly wasn’t worried about the rarest type of ectopic pregnancy. After all, my numbers were rising normally, so I thought I was in the clear there. Yet, it snuck in there, reminding me that there is no safety in this world, and there is no surefire way to protect your children, even when they’re in your own body.
I know I’m sounding dramatic here. I recognize that, but I just can’t shake it. Next ultrasound is a week from Wednesday, on Christmas Eve. I’m really hoping to get some good news then. Until then, I’ll be here, trying to get my peace back!