I got a hold of my DR right away to get on progesterone so I wouldn't miscarry. They confirmed the pregnancy by blood tests, kept an eye on my hCG numbers for a couple weeks, and everything seemed to be going great. We had an early ultrasound, to make sure the baby had a heartbeat, for my peace of mind.... and found out we were due on May 13th.
We were so excited, and Dennis was absolutely positive that he was giving me the baby girl that I had always wanted. At our 12 week ultrasound, everything looked okay except the baby was measuring smaller then what should be and I had a sudden flash back to Noah's pregnancy because it started out the exact same way. Exactly, and I was scared. You would figure since the new baby and Noah had two different Dads there would be absolutely no chance of something happening - some rare genetic thing - like with Noah. Dr. B assured me that in his professional opinion, there was no way, and I needed to stop worrying.
16 weeks came and we had decided that we wanted an amnio just to make sure. I remember how interested Dennis was. Drove me nuts. I was scared, but I trusted Dr. B. I knew he wouldn't do anything or let me do anything to jeopardize the baby because he knew how much I wanted the baby. After all the secondary infertility, the years of trying and trying and trying I had been through, the countless miscarriages... this was a miracle... I got pregnant on my own, without any help... without even trying really .... so while Dennis watched Dr. B put the needle in... and I looked everywhere but there... we realized that our worst fears, my worst fears, were coming true.
The baby was smaller yet, and even though there didn't LOOK to be anything, the baby definitely had IUGR.... but he and I both grew....
And at 18 weeks ........ we found out ....
Something else amazing happened while I was 18 weeks pregnant.... Dennis and I got married...
We had decided that since I was pregnant, and we were going to get married the following year, we might as well make it "official" and tie the knot, that way, if there were any issues with the baby, or with me during delivery, Dennis could make choices and do what needed to be done, because otherwise, he'd have no legal rights. But we promised ourselves we'd have a real wedding someday.
We got married on December 12th, 2006. Some friends came to the court house, the boys, and even the baby attended ....
We became a nice little, expanding, family ....
We were in bliss! We had a little reception, inviting local family and friends...
Other then the baby being on the small side, everything seemed to be great!! We had out 20 week ultrasound the day after Christmas...
And when they called with the results......... our happy little bubble ran into the point of reality!
lol man it seems like just yesterday doesn't it?
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