Today, it was just a normal day. I was out running some errands with my wood thing, when I suddenly knew something was wrong. By the time we got home I was bleeding and panicking.
The doctor had no answers to my frank question. She didn't know what was wrong or if my growing baby was OK. I wanted answers; instead I got bed rest, blood tests, and an ultrasound scheduled in a week. (Can you imagine bed rest with a 35 lb wild thing at home? Not likely to occur.)
This isn't how it's supposed to be. You get pregnant and enjoy/suffer through those early symptoms. Then you have a doctor's appointment and hear your baby's heart beat.
I may never see my little bean or hear his little heart beat.
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