I recently announced on the Common Chaos Chronicle Facebook Page that I was expecting a baby.
While some people may have been overwhelmed and shocked at our little surprise, it has been a long time in the making for us.
It has not been an easy road, after another life threatening ectopic pregnancy (I had another ectopic before we had Levi) and 4 documented miscarriages, a few more where I just couldn’t face another waiting room and months of not ovulating at all, we were certain it was never going to happen.
So it was much to my surprise when I reluctantly walked in to the bathroom, pee test in hand, ready for another month of disappointment, that I began to see 2 very clear and dark pink lines…..
At first I didn’t believe it.
I checked the test again. And again.
Then I didn’t want to believe it. Not because I didn’t want to be pregnant, but because I didn’t want the heartache of losing another pregnancy again.
What I didn’t realise is that later that day my Cheshire Cat like grin would turn into complete heartache for a completely different reason.
Later that evening my world was turned upside down by the antics of a home-wrecking stalker, after I discovered messages sent to my husbands phone including semi naked photos.
The stress that I endured throughout all of this had close family worried about my health and the health of the baby. I could not eat, I could not sleep, I could barely function and breathing hurt like hell.
As time passed on the pain eased and I started to look up again.
Nearing week 7, after a family outing and lunch we returned home and I discovered I had started to bleed.
Once again my world came crashing down as my hubby phoned the medical center.
Appointments were made and a scan for a weeks time was booked in. The wait was agonizing.
My head and my heart did not know what to think or feel as I ached all over. Why couldn’t it just happen this time?
As the doctor assured me that my HCG blood test levels were high (high enough to be twins again), I was still a shaking nervous wreck.
I have seen enough of these ultrasounds now that I know what to look for and as the sonographer moved the probe into position, I let out a sigh as I myself could see a tiny little flash of a heartbeat on the screen.
She assured us that everything looked OK, she could see where the blood had come from and it was not from the womb. PHEW!
So we left for home relaxed and ready to become parents once again.
Stay tuned for PART 2 where I explain my absence from blogging and society in general.
Did you have any early pregnancy scares or worries?
Have you had difficulty conceiving?
Share your story with me in the comments section, xox.