Preggers Again

I decided to start a pregnancy blog so I don't drive my friends and family crazy on Facebook with baby stuff.

So here is the story so far:

In June me and my husband decided we were ready for a baby, so I had my IUD removed. I started taking prenatals to build up my nutrient stores, and we planned to be pregnant within the next several months. A month later, we were expecting with a due date of May 3rd!

In the beginning, things were very rocky. I had some bleeding and at my first doctor's appointment we were told this wasn't a viable pregnancy. She had done a quick ultrasound and at 5 weeks 4 days, she saw an empty gestational sac. Because my hcg levels were so high, she said a heartbeat should have been visible or at least a fetal pole but there was nothing. She went over options for terminating the pregnancy, such as a D&C, taking a medication to begin the miscarriage, or just letting nature do it's thing. I opted for the latter.

Of course, I was devastated. It is never easy to hear those things, and with my recent 30th birthday I automatically started thinking horrible thing about being too old, ha. My husband took me out to dinner that night, just us two. It was nice to have a date night after such terrible news. As we eating, a weird phone number called me, and I ignored it. It was 9:30 pm, but I didn't feel like talking to anyone anyway. A long voicemail was left and I couldn't resist listening, even though I was cutting into hubby/wife time. It was my doctor.

I listened, stunned, as she explained she made a huge mistake. On my chart it said I was 9 weeks along and as she was reviewing her cases for the day she realized someone had calculated it wrong. She assured me at 5 weeks seeing an empty sac is totally normal, and that she wanted to see me for a repeat ultrasound in two weeks. She did mention that my hcg levels were abnormally high though, so it could still mean miscarriage.

I didn't let myself get excited. In fact, before the appointment I had more bleeding so I was counting this pregnancy out. I was pretty depressed, and I had just lost my job on top of everything. I had a little hope creep in my mind after reading many stories about misdiagnosed miscarriage. Those were the longest two weeks of my life.

At my nest appointment I was relieved and overjoyed to see not only a little bean-shaped baby, but a flickering heartbeat. Everything looked normal and I was sent through the normal tests and initial pregnancy intake stuff.

Since then, I had more episodes of unexplained bleeding, but my doctor, knowing what a nervous wreck I'd become, always got me in right away for emergency ultrasound and everything always looked fine. No explanation at all. It's been about a month since the last time, and I'm not really worried anymore.

I am getting started on this blogging project so late because I've been experiencing severe nausea and vomiting until this point. I was battling dehydration constantly, I lost 19 lbs, and felt like crap about 99% of the day. Now that I'm in the second trimester, things are looking up. My weight has stabilized and I only throw up once or twice a day instead of all day long. I am feeling downright cheerful about it. My doctor thinks it will only get better from here, and boy do I hope she's right.