New Year's Day found your dad and me in the ER. I had been having intermittent stabbing pains in my lower abdomen all day. I called our family doctor's office, and the associate who called me back said to go to the hospital and check for a possible UTI (which didn't perfectly match my symptoms, but something was going on) and to monitor the fetus (that's you).
We dropped Charlie off at our neighbors' house (thank you, South family!) and headed up to the hospital where you will be born in 25ish weeks or so. Pregnancy expedites the whole ER waiting room process. Not surprisingly, of course. Long story short, after puking in the ER, a nurse drew blood, hooked me up to fluids and the hard stuff (more Zofran and Phengren), and we waited for the PA to see me. Of course, as soon as we got settled into the room, the stabbing pains stopped and haven't returned. So that's a mystery. How embarrassing! I'm still feeling sheepish about making an ER visit on a holiday. But my tummy really hurt, okay? The PA said my pains were probably a result of constipation and dehydration. Delightful!
The silver lining is we got a sneak peek of you on an ultrasound. I'm not going to lie, you scared me for a second. When the PA found you, you were so perfectly still. My heart dropped. But then you about punched yourself in the face with both fists and started dancing.
So. I'm glad you're okay, and I'm glad I'm not doubled over with stomach cramps.
You are measuring right around 15 weeks.
I've lost 4 lbs.
I take 6 to 8 pills a day.
I can feel you swimming a few times a week now.
And we will see you in about 5 1/2 months!