We found out so early, but I made my doctor's appointment that day. The poor receptionist had to
ask if I was sure and let me know that I was just a "hair" pregnant. Pregnant is pregnant my friend, so she made my appointment. It was a long (and scary) four weeks. My anxiety was high. What if I wasn't pregnant? What if I was just one of the crazy ladies that tricked her body into believing it was pregnant? Finally, June 6th came along. We had our meeting, discussed all our concerns, then went for our ultrasound. Here is out little bean the first time we saw him!
It doesn't look like much, but it was everything to us. I cried, again. We were given some scary news though. That made the occasion less joyous. There was a chance I would not be able to carry my baby to twelve weeks. She suspected (assumed, I should say) that I had a syndrome that would make me lose the baby. But my husband (and Mama) kept me sane throughout the next 5 weeks. I am forever thankful for them!
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