THREATENED MISCARRIAGE
Needless to say I shit! I freaked! I cried!
I saw my doctor the next Friday and she cringed when I said he tried to take it out, and that it's common for women who took fertility drugs and that there is no effect on wee Tex.
And she doesn't want to remove it. And that Emerg doctors don't see fertility patients all the time.
"Fine with me", I said "as long as the baby is okay".
Then I got to hear his little heartbeat... which was music to my ears, especially after all this bleeding and cramping crap. Just sad Dave couldn't hear it.
He's fine, his heart is 150 beats a minute and as of tomorrow he'll be 14 weeks.
Good times!
I'm trying out a new ticker... what do you think?
This is my old one...
I'm not sure which on is cuter? Oh well!
All is well... I'm still tired, but not as sick (knock on wood) although I barfed a little this morning.
And my sister's cat is stalking me... she has a thing for knocked up chicks... that's her a couple of years ago, just imagine her fatter and that's Mouse, the preggers stalker.
She's watching me right now!
Oh well, she stalked my sister and Abygail turned out perfect. So I'll let Mouse continue the stalking and meowing.
On the other hand, my cats don't give a rat's ass whether I'm pregnant or what... as long as the food keeps flowing, the litter stays clean and I don't try to cut their nails. Sorry about the nails, ladies. By the sounds of it, I'm pulling them out by the roots and not snipping the ends off! I've never cut them too short, so it's not like they have anything to whine about.
HERE'S some info about what stage Tex will be at as of tomorrow... Dave hates the name Tex, but I started calling him my little cowboy the other day and then I giggled when I called him Tex. So now, my fetus is named Tex!
And yes, I think he's going to be a boy. Not that there's anything wrong with girls (I am one after all), but I think this one is going to be a boy.
And if he's not, that's okay too! More clothes!
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