The doctor verified my pregnancy! This was real. I can not even begin to explain how nervous I was. For the entire first trimester every twinge, every gas bubble and every hiccup made my heart race and my anxiety peak. When I started having searing and ripping pain on my left side I just knew I was miscarrying again. We raced to our Reproductive Endocrinologists office. She was monitoring us for the first eight weeks. She was so nervous too she met us in the parking lot. After the scan she met me in her office and said, “The fetus looks fine I don’t see any issue.” I felt so relieved. Then she followed up with, “I would like to put you on bed rest for a week.” What! Wait a minute. I was so confused. How could things be fine and I need to be on bed rest. She then went on to explain that I had a huge cyst from taking Femara and Ovidrel. To prevent it from bursting she wanted me to limit my movement. The idea was a little torturous, but that there was a part of me that was relieved. Maybe the less I moved and the less I did the safer the baby would be. What I hadn’t planned on having to tell work this early. I was barely a month pregnant. I had wanted to keep it a secret until we knew for sure if there was anything to tell them. I had a business trip the next week I would have to cancel. I decided to just tell the people that needed to know and ask for some privacy. I then negotiated the ability to work from home, but I did file FMLA in case things got worse and I needed some extra time.
The bed rest really did fly by. Once I was off of it, I tried to go about my normal routine. The first trimester is extremely tiring. I slept a lot. I would take little naps before Andy got home from work and sometimes I napped in my car at lunch. When we got around the ten week mark I was worried. This was the same time we found out we had lost the other baby. Everything seemed fine though and we sailed into our anatomy scan without any other incident. This was for real. I was 100% pregnant and the baby was on the way.
Peace, Love & Here Comes Baby,
On the Edge of My Seat is a post in a series on infertility. More articles in the series include:
- The Infertility Roller Coaster
- Body or Baby
- Missed Miscarriage
- The Dreaded Event
- Round 2
- The Acupuncture Trial
- The Prescriptive Way to Have a Baby
- Two Pale Pink Lines