I found out that I was pregnant in November. It was a year, to the day, after suffering from a miscarriage that I found out my husband and I were expecting another child. In November 2011, I learned I was pregnant, not far along, but enough to have started a bond with my unborn child. I regretfully don't have a driver's license, and I have never wanted to drive either, so I take the city bus everywhere!
November 12, 2010, Friday, I was on my way to work on the bus after being called in duing a day off to help a co-worker with a cake. It was pouring rain!! Of course I didn't think anything of it, this was the way I am used to travelling. The bus diver is always so careful, too. But this day it wasn't the driver's fault. The bus was T-boned at an intersection on Broadway by an elderly woman who lost control of her truck. The truck slammed into the bus and the four passengers were all shaken. We were all women, and two of us were pregnant, coincidence? We were told by the driver to remain on the bus while she called the police and gathered infomation. After fifteen minutes, the police arrived; I called my husband to let him know what happened, and my job to let them know I wasn't coming in to help. About this time I noticed my stomach was cramping and I felt a little sick. I didn't want to wait on the bus anymore so I asked my husband to come get me, gave my story to the officers and got off that bus.
I called my doctor's office as soon as possible to have a check-up that following Monday, but I didn't need the appointment to know something was wrong. I woke up early Saturday morning with more terrible cramps and blood-soaked underwear. My husband came to the bathroom to check on me and found I was sobbing, on the toilet, when the blood didn't stop gushing. Again, I called my manager, I wasn't going to work for a couple of days. When Monday morning came around, my physician confirmed a spontaneous miscarriage. That night, I started a bender that continued for nearly a year. Before I got together with my girlfriends I would have a few shots at home, then go to a kareoke bar and have a couple more shots, a couple beers, and go home. That was way too much liquor for a 100lb girl to be having for dinner, and like I said it went on for nearly a year.
The last drink of liquor I had was on November 12, 2011, when I found out I was pregnant again. As I poured a shot of brandy from a brand new bottle, my husband ran out to the dollar store for a pregnancy test. Oh, Paul Mason was delicious that night, but I stopped after that one, last drink, because the test was positive. And the test after that was positive, and the third one I took while hubby was at work was also positive, so I made an appointment.
Now you've heard my story, here are some pictures of my growing bump over the last 8 months!!
10 weeks
13 weeks
16 weeks
20 weeks
23 weeks
24 weeks
27 weeks
30 weeks
32 weeks
34 weeks
35 weeks
36 weeks
37 weeks
My due date is July 16th and I can't wait to hug, hold, and love that baby boy when he enters the world!! I'll be sure to post some baby shower pictures next week!!
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