This time last year my husband and I were preparing to go on a trip. We had a great, romantic time, and actually got pregnant. We would have felt all was fine in our lives. I remember sitting there talking about a new baby and how "this time next year" (now) we'd be holding that baby.
Obviously things don't always work out they way that you plan them. We lost that baby and my left tube in a nasty ectopic (tubal) pregnancy. We sat there wondering if we should ever try again.
The decision was a very difficult one. Could our emotional, mental and physical health hold up? What about our relationship? We fought and cried and prayed.
In the end, you see the decision was to have another child. We've had adjustments to make and stops to deal with. We're very happy with our decision, though that's a lot easier to say at this point in pregnancy.
September 5, 2000: Thirty Three Weeks, Three Days
The midwife just left! Juliet says that baby is definitely head down (LOA), and perfect. Heart rate was 140. My BP was 104/64, urine negative, and that other than being uncomfortable, I'm healthy and very pregnant! After all the weird kicks and pokes this week I was being to believe that the baby wasn't head down, so it was a big relief.
Now we get to plan our birth plan party and I'm hoping to do a belly cast. Hilary and I leave for New York in a few days to have my photo taken. It's all so exciting!
September 6, 2000: Thirty Three Weeks, Four Days
Tonight I went to brush my teeth and I glanced in the mirror and saw my belly hanging out. All of a sudden I pictured a wriggling, wet and wonderful newborn in there. It was a neat feeling, leaving me smiling to myself...
September 4, 2000:
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