Because of my Type A personality and almost desperate need to get pregnant I was tracking my ovulation closely. The first day of my missed period I took a pregnancy test and it was positive!
I didn’t want to get my hopes up knowing that many pregnancies end in miscarriage so for the first few weeks the only thing I changed in my lifestyle was giving up alcohol (for the most part – I had to drink two glasses of wine one night or my boss would have guessed my situation right away).
The first few weeks were a breeze, nothing was noticeably different. Then week 6 hit. Alex and I were walking Benny on the bike path and I remember telling him that I felt very nauseous and he needed to slow down. The next two weeks I felt nauseous 24/7. Luckily, I never vomited but I almost would have rather if it meant the rest of the day I wouldn’t feel like I was constantly going to.
Smells were definitely intensified – I told Alex he needed to shut off the coffeemaker because it made the whole house smell like dirt. I was beyond exhausted and just hoping that I would feel better once the first trimester was over.
Once week 8 surfaced all my pregnancy symptoms seemed to vanish overnight. I didn’t feel nauseous at all, my sense of smell seemed a lot less profound, and I didn’t need to eat a bowl of cereal every night at 1 in the morning. Naturally, I assumed I had miscarried.
Everything I read said that if all of your symptoms went away seemingly overnight it was probable you experienced a missed miscarriage. I wanted to hold out hope so I didn’t call my doctor and I just wanted to wait until my 12 week check-up.
During this waiting period I had to attend bachelorette parties where it became immediately obvious that I wasn’t drinking. Furthermore, my boss had to purchase airline tickets for Market we were attending in a few months so I felt I had to inform her I might be expecting. Basically, many of our Rapid City friends knew I was pregnant but I was feeling very unsure until it was verified that I hadn’t miscarried at my next appointment.
Week 12 arrived and our appointment was finally here. I was feeling incredibly nervous trying to mentally prepare myself for bad news. At the very beginning of the appointment we were handed a lot of congratulatory reading material and freebies before anything was checked out. What if I had miscarried, these items would have made me feel terrible.
Eventually, I told my doctor my concerns about my missing symptoms and I could tell by his face he was worried too. Next, he tried to feel for my uterus and couldn’t find it. Lastly, the doctor did an ultrasound to see what was going on and luckily we were able to see the heartbeat.
Alex immediately said, “I told you everything would be fine” and then our doctor responded by telling Alex that he actually was preparing to give us bad news after he heard about my vanishing symptoms. All in all, apparently I’m just lucky!
(Originally published Aug. 16th, 2015)