Oh wow! So glad I found this thread. I've been struggling to find others who can understand my troubles.
Me and my hubby began TTC in Feb. 2013. We tried and tried, but nothing. In January, he left for Basic Training, and we decided that we would wait to TTC till we could meet with a fertility specialist.
Come May 2014 I had moved to our temporary base, where hubby was getting his technical schooling. We had intended to make an appointment ASAP, but we were having trouble getting our insurance to change from one plan to another, so it would have to wait till July.
June, Fathers day, I wake up in the morning with horrible cramping. I assume it's gas or something like that, and go about my day till I'm doubling over in pain. I take some pain meds, and take a nap. When I wake up I feel fine, though when I go to the bathroom I see that I'm bleeding. Confused, I tell my husband and he suggests that I may have had a cyst burst on my ovary, and we should go to the ER to make sure I'm okay.
After being at the ER for less than an hour we get the news that I'm pregnant. I'm super excited, forgetting that I had been in a large ammount of paint that morning and start imagining my entire pregnancy. I barely hear the doctor when he mentions his concerns about my HCG levels and other symptoms. I go into the ultrasound room with high hopes, and am wheel chaired back into my ER room 45 minutes later a bit puzzled. Now something seems off.
The ER doctor comes in, and tells me and my husband that they suspect now that it is ectopic. They are bringing in a specialist to make sure, but if this keeps up I'll need to have surgery to remove it before it has a chance to rupture.
Hour and a half later, I'm in the ER prep room...or I think thats what it was. Due to my anxiety, they were nice enough to give me what they called "two large margaritas". Everything kind of gets blurry after that. I remember loving everyone. Or at least telling them that.
Next thing I remember is waking up in a dimmly lit room, and feeling like I needed to pee, like, right then. And I was thirsty. The nurse looked a bit confused at my request of one cup of ice chips and a bed pan. "You just had your catheter removed, are you sure you need to pee?" Uh, yeah, lady. I may be drugged, but I know when I need to go.
I remember being wheel-chaired out to our car, and some of the drive home...but nothing else till the next morning. The next few weeks are filled with anxiety attacks and lots of crying. I got some grief consoling, and that helped. But I still felt the panic every time I thought about being pregnant again. What if something was medically, physically, wrong with me that caused this? Could I have children? Will this happen again? Do I even want to try anymore?
Luckily, the OBGYN who performed my surgery took it upon herself to make sure I got all the necessary fertility work ups. Lots of blood work to check my hormones, and a HSG test...I'm not even going to get started on that fiasco.
Everything turned out alright though! I had to be put on a low dose synthroid to tweak my thyroid levels slightly, but I was given a clean bill of health. Though, on the last day of my testing, she told me "I think the only way you may be able to successfully conceive is through IVF." Okay. I can deal with that, I guess.
I got pregnant that cycle...Which was really just, not a good time to. See, we were moving to our permanent base in just a few weeks, and I didn't have the time to get the all clear I needed to travel, since because of my ectopic, I now have a higher chance of having another. They schedule a ultra sound as early as they can manage, but my stress levels were through the roof. The most they could do was the required HCG blood tests every other day.
My first test was only 75. Two days later, 83. 3 Days later, 30. My doctor called to give me the news. Honestly,...It was the best news I could hope for. I'd soon be miscarrying in the comfort of my barely furnished house, safe to leave to our new home (a week long trip in a car with two cats and a dog), and most importantly, not having another ectopic pregnancy. 3 days later I began to bleed, and my HCG levels were nil. But I still felt that pang in my gut, and the little empty space inside where our baby was supposed to be.
Now, we're at our new home. Settled in, and just as happy as ever. I made an appointment with my new OBGYN as soon as I could, but if anyone here knows how hard it can be to get an appointment with base doctors...I scheduled my appointment in November, and I won't get in till January.
And, unfortunately, or...fortunately, I can't even decipher between the two anymore, I may be looking at another BFP in a few days. That or I'm just oddly early. It's been almost two cycles since my MC. I'm on cycle day 22, and am experiencing spotting. I don't spot. I put in my data into the Implantation calculator, and I guess that it would most likely be today? I've had very mild cramping, but nothing that says to me AF is knocking on the door. My other best guess is that my body is still trying to normalize after my MC.
I don't know if I'm ready to be pregnant. But...I'll take anything, so long as it's not another ectopic.
I need to lose weight again I think once that happens my cycles might be better as they are all over the place too. Fx we get to be bump buddies this time lol 
