Tubular (Hells) Bells

**I drafted this on Saturday and within 2 hours of drafting, I was back in the mentioned gynae ward as an emergency admission. Everything is fine but I did not get home til now( Mon. afternoon). More later**



The deed is done.

Man, that methotrexate burnt for hours after it was injected. After it was done and Mr P was hugging me on the bed, it was the only time I cried that long, long day.

I spent 8 hours in the hospital on Thursday in a ward full of women having hysterectomies, myomectomies and all other kinds of gynae procedures. Do you know that apart from when I was born and doing IVF, I have never been in hospital for anything else ever, until now? Seems that kind of luck is gone.

We learned some more on Thursday morning about our ectopic. My HCG had risen about 50% to 616 in 48 hours. There was another smaller sac in the uterus that was not of viable size. My ectopic is ovarian, rather than in the fallopian tube. This puts me in the rare 5% of all ectopics that are not fallopian.

Even more freaky is that my embryo seemed to be participating in the "I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here" game. It had travelled in a reverse fashion from the uterus, down through the blocked (?) left tube and out onto the ovary, where it decided that was the best place to implant.

Never mind the cushy 14mm lining in the uterus.

Never mind that we could never get a fertilised egg to go in the direction nature intended ever before.

Never mind that the HSG showed that tube as blocked.

It was probably like "Dude, where's the exit???".