Part One

Here's the story of my baby, in peices.



Lets start off. I am not married (if youve read my other posts, you know my thoughts on this) but I am dating a wonderful guy. In November of '08 I found out I was pregnant. We were trying to be very careful, I was on the pill, but obviously that wasn't careful enough! I had a feeling before I was due for AF but when I took one of those early tests things it came up negative. I waited three days and took another. In about 3 seconds I had a BFP. I called my boyfriend (who I will now call 'BB') and all he could say was give him time to think. I spent the rest of the next few hours trying to figure out what I was gonna do. A short while later, he called me and wanted to know if I would go bowling. When I got to his house I showed him the THREE tests I took and they all very clearly showed I was pregnant. He asked me to try another. I said, "no, I knew I was pregnant, and those things get expensive so if he wanted another test, he had to buy it." that was the end of that.



I spent the next few weeks getting excited. I always wanted to be a mom. When I was little I told my own mother I wanted ten kids. I loved the idea of having life inside me, even if I wasn't prepared completely. I thought we'd manage. I did have a hard time telling my mother. She somehow found out when I was not around and by the time she saw me she was okay with it.



I never really got morning sickness. There were times I felt nauseated but that was usually if I got up too fast or was around horrible food. I remember we had a Thanksgiving potluck thing at work and all during lunch I thought it would be a miracle if I didnt hurl all over the lady in front of me eating gigblet gravy. yuck.



At about the 9 week I started bleeding. It was light and would be brown. It would usually happen after I was laying on my stomach (I am such a stomach sleeper. Even later on I would find myself sleeping on my stomach and would wake up because the baby would be squirming so bad.) I called my doctor's office and the very rude nurse who answered, told me I must be miscarrying and I needed to go to the E.R. well I simply told her that I would just hang up and call back and hopefully I would get a nurse who would be a little more helpful. And that's exactly what I did. I got an appt that day for an ultrasound.



I worked at the hospital that my doctor was affliated with, and luckly he was just a second down the road. I hadn't told my job that I was pregnant yet (there were already 2 of the 5 girls in my department pregnant and I had only been there 5 months) so I told them I think I might have the flu. They definitely let me go. BB couldnt be there due to the short notice, and since I didnt want to be alone if indeed they told me I miscarried I took my best friend.

needless to say, i fell in love when i heard her heart beat and watched her move. It was the most amazing thing ever.

I was told I had subchorionic hematomas which is like a blood pool between the uterus, and where the placenta was trying to form. Its not very common but if they arent big the blood will either be absorbed, or will push itself out, which it did in my case. It can cause miscarriage, but my pregnancy was progressing smoothly. Or so we thought.