Monday, March 29, 2010
The ultrasound tech walked out of the room to get the doctor. Next thing I know, Dr. R comes running in with his nurse and the tech close behind saying, "OH MY GOD!". I looked at him and said, "That's a big damn cyst!". He just said, "OH MY GOD! I got that one wrong..." I said, "YOU got it wrong! What about ME!!"
That started our 7 week pregnancy adventure!
Now you have to realize, we had a 10 year old whom we were perfectly willing to raise as an only child. I am an only child and so is my mother. Having an only child was no big deal to me or my husband. Our oldest was born prematurely and we were told that if we had another that it too would be born prematurely. Our feelings were that if it happened, it happened, we just weren't going to actively try. With this mind set, we had gotten rid of all our baby stuff! We had NOTHING! We had 7 weeks to get everything you need for an infant!
We live in a small town. One that my husband and I have grown up in and both of our families have lived in for over 5 generations. So when the word got out about us being 30 weeks pregnant and not knowing--well, to say we were the talk of the town, IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT! We were THE conservation, and to some exstint, still are. We don't mind too much! It gives other poor souls a break. And my husband is just so proud to prove his manhood--just like a man, ain't it!