The year 2011 has been pretty bumpy.
Dave & I found out that we were pregnant back in June, only to miscarry a few weeks later.
We were devastated & I was withdrawn.
So we coped the best way we knew how. We ran. We focused on ourselves, our health, & our well being.
Per Doctor's orders, I had to wait 2 cycles till we started to try again. In my mind, I never knew when I would be ready. I wasn't sure if I could handle this disappointment yet again. I pushed it out of my head & continued to run. I figured that I didn't have to worry about it for awhile.
Two cycles passed.
Our approach: we would make an attempt, & if it happened it happened. Our current goal was the Atlanta Thanksgiving Half Marathon. If baby news came before that we would be happy, but knew that we would have other things to help keep us in good spirits if it did not.
One Saturday a couple months back, I had the worst long run. EVER. I felt so slow & everything ached. This was so disappointing. I had been running so well, so fast, with only minor knee pain (a real problem for me) and felt so confident. I was kicking Dave's ass & on this day he completely dominated me. I fell back and finished about 5 minutes after he did.
I didn't think much about it, but had some strange feelings the next few days. Weird cramping & heartburn were among the few. I decided on one particularly long drive home, that I was going to test.
It stung to pull out the other test from the packet we had our initial BFP on.
However, pretty quickly, the test read Pregnant.
All at once there was a flood of emotion. Joy & excitement, followed by fear & doubt. Dave & I decided that we would wait a few more days to test again, and use a less sensitive non-digital test. Those too came up positive pretty quickly.
Three betas later we had our pregnancy confirmed & my HCG & Progesterone levels looked good. We were then scheduled for an ultrasound at 7 weeks.
7 weeks. The same as when I miscarried last time. I couldn't help but worry & question every symptom. Dave probably was so annoyed by my chattering, but the day we saw the little tiny blob & a fast little heart beat, my heart melted.
I can't say that the fear has gone away, because it hasn't. I experienced some spotting & brown CM for several weeks & that kept me on edge. But each day we still had our babe we were happy.
The next appointment was scheduled for October 25 - where we would be 9w5d. I had everything crossed that all would be okay!