Hcg Rising Slowly 소설 & 이야기

He glanced at me as if contemplating whether to ask whatever question he had in mind or not. “Luna, when is your next menstruation cycle?” He asked while pulling out a pair of reading glasses and adjusting it over his eyes. “ I'm not due yet, still expecting,” I answered and wondered why he would be asking such questions. “ Well, we took some of your samples for testing and we discovered a human chorionic gonadotropin in your blood. It's a short phrase for HCG. This particular hormone appears when a fertilized egg implants in the uterus.” he explained in medical terms

She had a file open in front of her and I could see my name at the top of the page. "Your intake bloodwork came back," she said. "Okay." "There are some irregularities." "What kind of irregularities?" She looked at me and then back down at the file. "Your HCG levels are elevated but decreasing. That indicates a recent pregnancy loss." I did not say anything. "When did this happen?" she asked. "I do not want to answer that." "This is a medical assessment. I need accurate information for your health record." "I do not want to answer that," I said again.

When my eyes see the positive symbol in the little screen, happiness followed by sadness explodes my heart to smithereens. The positive means I still have an HCG level, but the silence coming from my stomach tells me that the level won't be rising, and soon...soon, they will flow from my body altogether. Silent tears flood my face as my legs give out, and I crumble to the tile floor. I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs.

"hCG is 1,200, strong for early pregnancy. All good. Schedule a follow-up." Katherine nodded and left the cabin. Her fingers trembled, opening it in the car, Stacy peering over. Positive. Beta-hCG levels are rising perfectly. She stared at the numbers, numb, a void swallowing her emotions. She'd braced for this since the tests, run scenarios in her head, but reality hit like a freight train. Joy? Terror? Overwhelm? Her hand pressed to her abdomen again, tears blurring the page. "It's... real. I'm pregnant." Voice flat, she folded the report, tucking it into her bag.

“Wait, why do you think she is pregnant and not sure that she is?” The doctor was trying his best to stop laughing in front of me and maintain his serious demeanor, but was failing nonetheless. He said, “When I took her for tests, I also did her urine test and her hCG test is positive. That means that she is pregnant. But it’s not been more than ten or eleven days of her pregnancy. So, you have to wait for a week more for the smell that you are waiting for, from her.”

I looked at the doctor, as she nodded, pursing her lips, and arms crossed over her chest. "Well, you know, sometimes the HCG hormones are not high enough to tell you a positive answer in an OTC test. We can have you go up, see Carol, tell her what's going on, she can make you another test right then and there, and give you an ultrasound to verify just in case. What do you say?" I was scared, that's what I say. But before I could answer, Logan did it for me.

Silence filled the room. Mind-numbing, oppressive, disheartening silence. The walls were closing in, inching nearer and nearer like a damn nightmare. Dr. Bharathi’s voice pierced through the void of numbness between Kate’s ears, “Looking at your second round of blood work, your hCG levels seem to be dropping on their own. I think we should stick to active monitoring. The pregnancy looks to be dissolving on its own. If your hormonal level increases, we’ll need to look into some other treatments, but for the moment, I think your body is doing the hard work for us.”

Dr Fraser made some notes in the file in front of her. Clayton couldn't take it anymore, the suspense was killing him and this cryptic feedback was doing nothing to quell his anxiety. He decided to ask his question directly, not leaving any room for more cryptic or evasive answers. "Is this a miscarriage, Doctor? What does it mean that her hCG levels are high?" he asked desperately, his hand clutching Camden's firmly as he sat in anticipation of the answer they'd both been waiting for. "Well Mr Woods," Dr Fraser began, assuming he must be Mr Woods if his 'wife' was Mrs Woods, "based on the blood test results, it would appear that everythin' is fine. Usually the hCG levels would have dropped

Chen, and she had been the one who ordered the blood work. "Mrs. Cresswell," she said. "How are you feeling?" "Tired. Sore. But okay, I think." "Good. Your CT scan was clear. No sign of concussion or internal bleeding. The bruising on your face and wrists will heal in a few days. I'm going to recommend you take it easy for the next week or so, but there's no lasting damage." "That's a relief." "There's something else." Dr. Chen glanced at the chart in her hands. "Your blood work came back. The results showed elevated levels of hCG. That's the hormone produced during pregnancy."

Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at his wife. “I’m still a bit dizzy, and I feel some discomfort in my stomach, doc. But I can manage,” Sabrina replied in a soft voice. “Well, that’s normal,” the doctor reassured. The couple exchanged glances before refocusing their attention on the doctor. “What do you mean, Jane? What illness does my wife have?” Tyler asked, feeling confused. The doctor nodded before handing them a white envelope, most likely containing the results of his wife’s blood test. “I no longer need to examine her or conduct any kind of test. It’s normal for Sabrina to experience vomiting and dizziness because her human chorionic gonadotropin, or hCG, levels are high.”