I knew I was feeling too good for this pregnancy to last. Yesterday I got my passport but I lost my baby...
I had a crapola day from hell which started at 4 a.m. when I got up to fly to Chicago to get my passport -- the only way to get it in time to make my flight to Europe on Thursday.
By 7:15 a.m. I was in line at the Chicago Federal Building, along with hundreds of other people stuck in the same boat. I waited 2 1/2 hours before seeing an agent, then was told I could pick up my passport at 3 p.m. "Hooray!" I thought, maybe home in time for dinner.
Luckily, I have a friend with a sailboat not five blocks away, so there was one highlight of my day: a two-hour sail on a beatiful day on Lake Michigan.
I returned to the passport office at 3, only to wait 2 1/2 more hours, missing my return flight to Cleveland, before getting essentially issued the last passport of the day (but I got it!). I hopped a train to the airport and waited an hour and a half to catch another flight, which involves another long story which I won't even bother to go into at this point (but involves an hysterical sleep-deprived pregnant woman who lost her boarding pass begging to get on a plane home).
I had long since lost my ability to think clearly about anything, having had only 4 hours sleep the night before and minimal meals on a catch as catch can basis.
At 10 p.m. my dh and dd picked me up at the airport and we started home, but just before we reached our exit I started bleeding heavily, through my pants and onto the seat. I had spotted pink in the morning and already been on the phone to my midwife so I don't think she was surprised to get my call. She told me to turn around and head to the hospital, and because she's a good friend, she said she'd meet me there.
To make a LONG story a bit shorter, by the time I had an ultrasound at 1 a.m. there was no viable pregnancy in my uterus, and my beta-HCG was only 891, so chances are the baby stopped developing a couple of weeks ago.
They sent me home at 3:30 a.m. by which time I had gone almost 24 hours without sleep.
I'm just feeling sort of numb right now, I guess. I would have been thrilled to have a baby in February but I guess I'm not surprised it ended early. I am glad it happened here and not in Europe, but now after all that hassle with my passport I'm not going to leave tomorrow after all. Maybe Friday.
I wish the rest of you a happy and healthy full term pregnancy and beautiful babies. I will miss hanging out here with you.
I had a crapola day from hell which started at 4 a.m. when I got up to fly to Chicago to get my passport -- the only way to get it in time to make my flight to Europe on Thursday.
By 7:15 a.m. I was in line at the Chicago Federal Building, along with hundreds of other people stuck in the same boat. I waited 2 1/2 hours before seeing an agent, then was told I could pick up my passport at 3 p.m. "Hooray!" I thought, maybe home in time for dinner.
Luckily, I have a friend with a sailboat not five blocks away, so there was one highlight of my day: a two-hour sail on a beatiful day on Lake Michigan.
I returned to the passport office at 3, only to wait 2 1/2 more hours, missing my return flight to Cleveland, before getting essentially issued the last passport of the day (but I got it!). I hopped a train to the airport and waited an hour and a half to catch another flight, which involves another long story which I won't even bother to go into at this point (but involves an hysterical sleep-deprived pregnant woman who lost her boarding pass begging to get on a plane home).
I had long since lost my ability to think clearly about anything, having had only 4 hours sleep the night before and minimal meals on a catch as catch can basis.
At 10 p.m. my dh and dd picked me up at the airport and we started home, but just before we reached our exit I started bleeding heavily, through my pants and onto the seat. I had spotted pink in the morning and already been on the phone to my midwife so I don't think she was surprised to get my call. She told me to turn around and head to the hospital, and because she's a good friend, she said she'd meet me there.
To make a LONG story a bit shorter, by the time I had an ultrasound at 1 a.m. there was no viable pregnancy in my uterus, and my beta-HCG was only 891, so chances are the baby stopped developing a couple of weeks ago.
They sent me home at 3:30 a.m. by which time I had gone almost 24 hours without sleep.
I'm just feeling sort of numb right now, I guess. I would have been thrilled to have a baby in February but I guess I'm not surprised it ended early. I am glad it happened here and not in Europe, but now after all that hassle with my passport I'm not going to leave tomorrow after all. Maybe Friday.
I wish the rest of you a happy and healthy full term pregnancy and beautiful babies. I will miss hanging out here with you.
