So far..the pregnancy has been a difficult one...I've really been praying to get into the "safe zone" otherwise called the 2nd trimester. In my 8th week we were sure we'd lost the baby, after having our first ultrasound, we were sad to find out that there was nothing in the yolk sak, at this point, we were devastated, here we were, 48 years combined age, and we'd already had 2 miscarriages, we were told that there still may be hope so they drew blood to check my hormone levels, which should double ever 2 days to show a viable pregnancy..I went down to the lab, went home, cried my eyeballs out, and very patiently waited for what I thought would be sad news. Taking a few days off really didn't seem to help me, I was in a lot of pain and nothing was really going to change that. My doctor called and let me know that my first hormone levels were through the roof, but that wasn't an indication of anything, they'd need to wait for my 2nd set of blood work results to come back in order to make the medical comparison..again, I patiently waited... I was called the next day to find out that my levels had not doubled, but they had gone up, which could mean a number of things: 1) My levels were so high that there was no where else for them to go in terms of doubling 2) My body was still under the impression that I was carrying a healthy baby and was continuing to produce the hormones associated with that 3) Who knows? ..sometimes things just happen.
..so, we just had to wait until May 13th to be assured that we had infact miscarried the baby...did I mention that this day was my husband David's birthday? Well, although he assured me that all he wanted was for me to be healthy and I should worry too much about it being his birthday, I felt horrible. I went into the doctor's office that morning, I had my physical exam, and then the nurse brought David into the room for the vaginal ultrasound, just as soon as it started, we knew what we had seen on the screen...a happy moving baby! I can assure you that we DID NOT expect to see that on the screen, David literally came in to really see for himself what the problem was, while we went in thinking that we were going to leave dissapointed, we ended up scheduling our 2nd prenatal appointment, and all of our prenatal screening..amazing! ...but back to the ultrasound, as I lay there crying my eyeballs out, the nurse let us know that the baby was actually moving.. you read about the baby moving at 8 weeks, but to honestly be blessed enough to see your baby waving at you and catch it on the screen..breathtaking. So, here we are, 9 weeks 6 days..we're praying everyday for a safe pregnancy, 2 more weeks and we're in the "safe-zone"
