Dr. Miracle recommended we not tell anyone of our fragile pregnancy. We didn't.
My neighbors figured it out rather quickly as I quit drinking with them on the weekends, but we told none of our family. None of our friends.
The twelve week marker came and went. Everything was textbook. My progesterone was fine. Those nasty cysts? Had disappeared just as they should have. I went from high risk fertility patient to totally run-of-the-mill pregnancy. We were fine with that.
My transition from the first trimester to the second coincided with my mother's birthday. We bought her a birthday card that read Happy Birthday Grandma and took it to her the afternoon we celebrated at their house.
My heart was pounding when I handed her the card. I had kept my mouth shut for so long, and it was finally going to be my moment to celebrate with my family. My mom held the card in her hand and talked and talked until I had to finally tell her to open the damned thing already.
I was absolutely sweating as she opened the envelope.
She read the front of the card and made a bit of a sarcastic face. It looked as though she believed I had bought the wrong card. I started to laugh. She looked so confused.
I inclined my head at her to get her to read it again, but you could tell things just weren't processing. Until the light in her eyes changed. She looked at me and burst into tears. I told her this was her birthday present because I was too cheap to buy her anything else.
I don't think she cared.
From this pregnancy was born LittleBird. For all intents and purposes I had a textbook pregnancy. Everything went smoothly. I never puked. I never had any trouble. In retrospect it all seems rather anticlimactic. Just what was the big deal again?
I will save the stories of my C-section and VBAC comeback for another time.
I hope you have hung with me through this story. There are lots of other bits I was not able to fit in. I am sure they will come out as independent posts sometime in the future. This whole phase in my life is just a piece of who I am. I do not define myself by these events, but they have shaped who I am and how I perceive the world.
I promise to return and regale you with stories of my in-laws and our vacation. See you Saturday!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008