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I got the chance to wake up pregnant today. I think I figured out that it's been 14 weeks and two days since I last got to do that (well, you know, that I was aware of it.) I'm feeling kind of achy today, but I'll take anything that isn't pain. During these crucial weeks, every day feels like an eternity.
I'm trying to enjoy this
time I have with my baby.
Well, here we are a week later and I finally got the positive pregnancy test I had expected. Oddly enough, I had just come to peace with the fact that I wasn't pregnant. Now the nerves really set in, especially right now while I'm waiting for the blood test results to confirm the pregnancy. I'm trying to take this one day at a time and not get too far ahead of myself. I'm really nervous right now because I'm not having all of the symptoms I had at this point in my previous pregnancy (my hormones rose at the rate of a healthy pregnancy, which is very uncommon with ectopics.) I know that every pregnancy is different and I shouldn't let that carry too much weight, but I can't quiet that little voice in my head. I also feel guilty that I'm not letting myself recognize this pregnancy yet. I know that it's just my defenses going up because I know the odds, but I still feel guilty as a mother for not allowing myself to recognize my own baby growing inside of me. Maybe I'll feel differently when the doctor calls to confirm that there is, indeed, a baby inside of me, or once we get the first lab results back that give me hope my baby will survive this time. I don't want to treat my baby like a "thing" or a "growth" just because I might have to say good-bye. I still cherish the few moments I had to enjoy my previous pregnancy and I know that I'll need that again should I have the same outcome. Still, it's only day one and it's a lot to take in, so I'll try not to overthink my behavior and just get through the day.
A-ha! Proof that not
all of this is in my head! I went to put on my size 4 jeans this morning, the
same pair I wore a week ago with no problem, and I couldn't even move the
zipper. That's not my typical PMS bloating. Something is definitely up...
I'm
absolutely beside myself today, so I thought I'd make the first entry in the
journal. It's still a week before my earliest chance to test and the waiting is
excruciating for so many reasons. Because of my elevated risk for another
ectopic pregnancy, if I am pregnant, I want to be under a doctor's care as soon
as possible. On top of that anxiety, there's just still the wondering and
anticipation that typically comes with this sort of thing. I feel some bloating
and aching in my lower abdomen, which I felt with my first pregnancy. However,
with all the stuff I have going on in there, it's not unheard of for me to
experience that. But, I remember getting that tightening feeling almost
immediately last time, and it happened again this time. Of course, as I told
Mike, I have no experience with trying for a baby and not getting pregnant, so
I'm not sure how to interpret anything I feel. I don't have any other symptoms yet, but most of the symptoms I
got last time hadn't hit by this point, so I'm trying not to think too much
about it. Anyone who knows me well knows that's easier said than done.
Part of me is already convinced that I'm pregnant.
I don't want to get my hopes up because I'm already pretty fragile emotionally
when it comes to this sort of thing. Still, every time I feel that aching,
something tells me that's my baby in there. I just want to know so that, if it's
true, I can start cherishing every moment of having my little one growing inside
of me. Aside from typing here, all I can do is wait. It's hard for me to sleep
at night now because I'm very aware that every day is one day closer to finding
out. I've tried to tell myself to enjoy these last days before I start spending
nearly every day being poked and prodded (at least until they determine the baby
is intrauterine), but in my heart I know I'd go through that in a heartbeat to
have my baby (and that's from someone who has panic attacks triggered by doctor
and hospital visits.) I can't help it. The suspense is killing me.
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