There Was a Moment When I Was Sure That My Announcement at 11 Weeks and 5 Days May Have Been a Huge Mistake.

There is a possibility that I may have forgotten to mention that my announcement at 12 weeks was actually 11 weeks and 5 days along.

Sure... I could've waited 2 more days.

But no... not me. I just had to tell the world at 11 weeks and 5 days.

Which was great.

Until I noticed that I was spotting the next evening.

Which caused absolute and complete terror.

This never happened with Michael!

And sadly what is my first thought?

"I made the announcement too early."

"I've clearly done this to myself."

So I ignored my husbands pleas to go directly to the Emergency Room and called my Doctor.

Who told me that:

1. Everything was going to be fine.

2. Unless I'm in appendicitis type pain I'm probably okay.

3. Take it easy.

Which was great. Except for the fact that I spent the next 6 days completely losing my mind.

Mind you, that one tiny spot was all I'd seen... I was still paranoid beyond belief.

I had to make it to my appointment the following Tuesday.

So after what seemed like an eternity 5 days, we arrive at the Doctor.

All is well until she pulls out the doppler thing to listen to the heartbeat

and can't find it!!!

Seriously, as if I hadn't been panic striken to start with.

It was like all of my worst fears were coming true.

So my Doctor did what all Doctor's should do in this situation.

She cheated and sent me across the hall for an ultrasound.

And there it was.

A baby.

Moving around and kicking and with a lovely beating heart.

(She also informed me that my placenta is in the front which would make it harder to hear the heart right now due to an extra layer of padding essentially.)

And for the second time of what will probably be many... I calmed down... slightly.

Oh... here's a lovely photo of how much quicker I am showing the second time around. This was taken last night... at almost 14 weeks.

Not my best photo but hey... it was windy and I was tired.