Mixed Day

Today has been a strange one.

First let me say "Happy Birthday" to my Mother, Grandma. She has been such a wonderful shoulder to lean on this past incredibly hard year. Thank you, Mama.

So one year ago today my water broke when I was 22w6d pregnant with Margaret. It was the worst day in my entire life, without a doubt. When I was admitted into the hospital, the doctor told me that my pregnancy was "non-viable", a word I wish I never knew. He continued on to say that I would lose the baby probably within the next 24 hours or certainly within the next week. Luckily that did not happen. The last time I saw that doctor, Dr. Andrews, he was making rounds on me in the hospital almost five weeks later. He came into my room, sat down on my little sofa, and told me that what I had done was nothing short of a miracle... I had carried a baby who basically had no chance of survival through the worst odds into a situation where her chances were pretty good. Shortly after that visit, I delivered Margaret.

I think about that night my water broke everyday. I can't believe how unlucky we were and then, on the flip side, how lucky I was to not deliver that first week.

As a reward for such a terrible experience, I am now the Mommy to the most wonderful little girl in the world, Margaret. She was named after my Mommy, the most wonderful Mommy in the world.

Nothing New

The doctor's appointment was pretty uneventful. I go back on Friday for an ultrasound to get an approximate due date. The doctor agrees that I am probably around 8-10 weeks along. So I will know more then.

I was kind of annoyed with how nonchalant he was with the fact that I am pregnant again.... He acted like there is nothing they can to do to prevent my water breaking early again if that is what is going to happen. I happen to disagree. Strongly disagree. At least he is going to send me to Maternal Fetal Medicine. I am going to talk with the doctors there to get a better understanding of what can be done. They are, after all, the ones that told me that my water breaking was probably due to a cervical problem.

Again, I will update as I get more info on Friday.

On a different note, Ms. Margaret is being a little angel. Poor thing has had some constipation issues but still continues to be such a happy little baby. I told her that she is going to be a big sister. She didn't seem to have any feelings about it one way or the other.

I may have to change her diaper brand because the Pampers are scented. Scents not so good right now.

First Appointment

We have our first OB appointment tomorrow morning at 8 am. I am hoping that they will date the pregnancy so that I will know an approximate due date. David pointed out to me this morning that I am showing. I just thought that was left-over baby weight... he says not.

I'm feeling a little better today (knock on wood) so I'm hoping that the combination of medicine and peanut butter sandwiches (normally I HATE) will allow me to function normally.

Margaret has been trying to eat my face today. Teething? Isn't she always! ;)

Two Lines

I can hardly believe it. Took the test on a lark and there they were, two lines. No taking the stick to look at under multiple light sources or demanding of David, "Do you see two lines?!" No doubt about it. Two lines.

Now I have to get to the doc as soon as possible. I have no idea, really, of how far along I am. I am guessing around 10 weeks based on symptoms.

Speaking of symptoms, I'm feeling awful. I don't remember feeling so bad with Margaret. I actually have thrown up today. I'm worried about this because I have to present a paper at lab meeting on Wednesday morning. It won't go over well if I have to leave or, even worse, throw up in the actual meeting. I'm hoping the doc can phone me in a script even if he can't see me until after Wednesday.

I'll update when I get appointments.