After I miscarried in May, I was so sad. As each day passed and I saw sweet Emma and all the blessings in my life, I felt much better about things. I knew our day would come to welcome another child if that was what was meant to be.
With that in mind, I waited for my period. I waited and waited and waited. I took a pregnancy test on day 28 ... it was negative. So I waited two more days and retested.
I was shocked to see that familiar double line. I had no idea it would happen so soon, but I was elated for about a week. Then I began to panic a little. What was I thinking? What if I miscarried again? You know, all the crazy thoughts my mind could conjure up.
I went to the doctor around what I was guessing to be the eight-week mark. My visit was horrible. They didn't give me a pregnancy test and said they wouldn't call this a pregnancy until an ultrasound could confirm it. All of this was probably logical to the medical professionals, but I was angry. Luckily, I was able to go in for an ultrasound two days later.
It was a very brief appointment. The technician immediatly pulled up the image of my sweet little baby. His/her heartbeat was in the 160s and she gave me a due date of March 1 ... one day off what I had estimated.
Today, I am 16 weeks and everything seems to be going okay. I have another ultrasound scheduled for Oct. 7, and we are excited to see the baby and find out the sex.
I have so much more to update about Emma and life in general, but I wanted to get this done first. I am busy trying to get the spare room ready for Emma and figure out how our lives will change in the winter/spring. We are so excited!
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