And so it begins...

July 17th I went to the ER. I had a UTI which I had already assumed. But then I found out that there was more to it then that. I was pregnant. How could that be? I had just had a miscarriage not more then three weeks ago. My HGC was a NEGATIVE number only 20 short days ago. Now I was in the seven thousands. They must be wrong. I am taken to Ultrasound. They are not wrong. The ultrasound screen that was once blank is not, even I can see that. What do I do now? Call the doctor in the morning and ask how to proceed.
I call the doctor and I am told that chances are that the tests were wrong and what ever was seen was not a viable fetus and that I was going to need a D&C. But let's do some blood work just to be safe. I go for the blood work and wait for the call. The nurse calls the next afternoon. We are not sure what is going on (ya that is what I want to hear right now) but your HGC has gone to forty-two thousand. You are pregnant. There is no doubt about it. You need to come in Thursday for another ultrasound. Now I am scared to death but I talk to the people that I need to talk to. How did this happen? I am so confused, yet I pray for everything to be OK. I want nothing more then for this to be OK.
Thursday morning comes. I have not slept all night and my tummy is in knots. Jen tells me no matter what everything will be OK. Somehow I KNOW in my heart she is right but that does not subside the fears. The wait in the office seems eternal. As I sit on the table and wait for the tech to come in I try not to think of all the possible outcomes. I focus on one. She comes in and starts the procedure. I have been here before. I am no stranger to the ultrasound screen. I know what to look for and I know what I see.
There it is. Blinking, softly but I have never seen anything as precious. The heart beat of the baby inside of me. She confirms what I have seen and Jen looks so shocked and yet so happy. Six weeks. She said as she measures the baby. Heart rate is good. Everything looks great! I can finally breathe again.
We go to the waiting room to see the Dr's assistant. As we sit we look at the picture over and over again. I can not get the smile off of my face. I wish everyone that is involved was here. I wish that I could share this with all of them, but at the same time I know the fears inside of them after the last month. I enjoy the time the best I can until I hear my name called.
My blood pressure is wonderful. but HOW am I pregnant. I would have had to have already been so when the last ultrasound was done. Someone must have missed it. It was hiding or to small to see. Do not worry because everything looks just as it should. You need to come back in a month. A MONTH? I have never been told to come back in a month. But everything is OK. Life is growing and flourishing. We do not know what to say other then congratulations and lets take this all one step at a time. You are pregnant and that is where we are. It is what it is.