Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Damn

There is really no other way to put it.
I visited the bathroom, like any smart pregnant woman does, before starting my shift at work. It's usually my one and only chance to go before things get crazy.
I was not prepared to see blood.
Not at 11 weeks.
Not since we told our children and they are over the moon with excitement.
Not since the second trimester/"home free" is only days away.
And why at work . . . again?
I did the same thing with my first, and walking out to chattering co-workers, in tears, is one of the worst things to go through. Never have I wanted to disappear so quickly in my life; just be in the warmth of my home, comfort of my family, etc.
This was like a repeat of nine years ago, and it was such a bummer.
So now we wait until 1:00, when a US tech/total stranger will tell my husband and I some of the most important news of our lives.
Do we still have a son or daughter?
Do my children still have a brother or sister?
It's amazing how quickly life can change with just one bathroom break . . .

5 comments:

Cabell and Penny said...

My thoughts and prayers are with you. May God give you strength.

Cabell and Penny said...

Hey Amy -- Just so you know that I am not some stalker looking at your page and leaving comments on something so personal...Its me..Penny Walkup from WAHS. You gave me your blog last year and I have visited periodically. I don't leave a lot of comments but something moved me to do so today. Take care.

Amy said...

Hey Penny! Good to hear from you and congrats on your engagement! Thanks again for the kind words. Just killin' time 'til my apt. Not much else I want to do . . .

Rach said...

Hey Amy...I hope everything is well...big, big hugs while you wait!

Trisha said...

Sending good thoughts your way. My prayers are with you.