Pregnancy # 2

I can't believe I'm 19 weeks. It seems like just yesterday that pregnancy test was positive. It has been an up and down road between the normal feelings of fatigue with early pregnancy and the nausea that seemed as if it would never go away, but luckily at about 13 weeks the nausea subsided.

After everything we went through with Kenna we opted for an early cerclage at 12 weeks. The procedure went well and so far through our whirlwind of doctor appts and too many ultrasounds to count, we thought things were running smoothly.

Like all young women, the idea of pregnancy is flooded by the excitement of a growing midsection, maternity clothes, tiny pink/blue baby clothes, etc. My wish was that hopefully the second time around would be closer to that dream.

Last Wednesday at 18 weeks I was blessed at my doctor appt to find out that this little bundle that has been kicking me for the last few weeks will be little girl. On the way downtown to see Daddy at work, I told Kenna we had a "big secret" to tell daddy. She did a beautiful job running up to daddy (after her attention was slightly captured by the candy on his desk) and telling him that the baby in my belly was her sister.

Over the weekend I started having some cramping and decided that today I should call the doctor. The nurse had me have an ultrasound, which showed my cervix is closed and cerclage still in place but I was bleeding. I think that walk back to my office from the appt may have been the hardest walk through the NICU that I have done. The word "bleeding" is never something you want to hear while you are pregnant, especially when you are only 19 weeks.

Once in my office, I was greeted by Katherine and Renell. Renell graciously agreed to drive me across the highway to my OB's office for an appt (probably fearing that I could not drive with all the tears in my eyes). All the emotions ran high as I had a flashback of my pregnancy with McKenna. Tony out of town. Being driven to appt by someone else. Sitting in the room with the unknown hanging in the air.

My OB decided that the best thing for me is to stay off work for the next week until I see him again next week. I'm trying to be positive since he said I'm not on "bedrest" but rather spending time at home resting and NOT working.

I love this little girl with all my heart and am prepared to do what I need to keep her in. Pray for us!