This was the strangest day of my life!! It was Friday, May 20, 2011 and we were dismissed early from work at noon because my company was moving offices to the 10th floor of our building. I had been in extreme pelvic pain all morning and had already spoken with the Triage Nurse at Dr. Thompson's office. She had instructed me to take 2 Hydrocodone's that I was prescribed and to wait and see. Somewhere between leaving work and picking Ian up 45 minutes later, the pain became unbearable. As we left his work, we drove straight to my doctor...another 40 minutes away to find out what the heck was wrong with me!
As we were promptly seen by an unsympathetic mid-wife (which I plan to never have an encounter again with you, Mr. McCann!), he listened to my history of polycycstic ovarian syndrome and endometriosis. I was on the books for late July/August to have my first laparoscopy to help with the endo. Writhing in pain and crying buckets of tears, the jerk finally agreed to admit me into the hospital. (Luckily they are adjacent to Cobb General Hospital). Looking back I feel truly sorry for those women who received me and took care of me upon my arrival to CGH. I was so far from pleasant, that I actually remember apologizing to them for being so mean and rude. God bless those ladies! So, they finally get approval to give me morphine and start an IV. I'm sitting there freaking out, thinking God only knows what! I am mainly thinking that by some grace of God, I have gotten pregnant, but its ectopic, and I'll be having surgery by the end of the evening.
About 2 hours later, they finally fill me with enough fluids for an ultrasound. Long story short, the woman asked me at the beginning if I had a pregnancy test done, or if I was pregnant and I told her that I didn't know if I was or not, and that I didn't have a test yet either to my knowledge. Then she stepped into the other room and came back in and made a comment insinuating, then confirming that I was pregnant, very very early, barely early enough to show up on an ultrasound, but PREGO!
Needless to say, after a round of morphine and excrutiating pelvic pain, I was not expecting to hear that I had a normal pregnancy developing...well at least so far!!!
So we're pregnant! Here we are...a couple of weeks later and poor Ian is puting up with me and my withdrawing from the comfort of all my medications that kept me a sane and normal human being! I love my Ian and feel very happy and blessed (I know that is such a cheesey and trite way of putting it!) to have been able to conceive after being told I may never get this opportunity. And, to have a wonderful man in my life by my side, holding my hand through it all!
I guess this is going to put a crimp in our wedding plans. So much for March 24, 2012....it'll have to be postponed until the baby weight comes off. I can't believe we just got engaged a month ago, scheduling times on the weekends to look at venues and then SLAM, things changed in an instant.
I'm pretty positive there will be some evil bitches out there, even some who consider themselves "friends" or at least on Facebook, who will jump to the conclusion that we only got engaged because we got pregnant. Little do they know!! Well, at the point of my life I don't care. I am happy to know that my body is growing and changing in all the right ways and that Ian and I are emotionally stable enough to enter this new phase of our life as parents! I can't wait to meet Tiny Bean Lambert! :-) I can already tell he's going to be a little monkey!
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