Now that the blog on my glucose test is written up my current feelings, it is time to talk about last night’s visit to the hospital. It all started yesterday morning when I was getting ready for work.  I was feeling a little uncomfortable from the aches and pains from my hernia but thought it would go away. I really tried not to take a Tylenol for the pain, but when I got to work the pain had increased to the point where I decided that I should take one. I really hate to take something for pain when it is not too bad, but I know that with this problem it is inevitable if I want to do anything but just lay around. It is possible to just lay around after work if it is your first pregnancy. When you have an active 3 year old that wants mommy to everything she used to it is a little different.

As the day progressed I decided that I was feeling a bit better but still thinking that I might need to go home. I had to battle with my feelings of staying at work for my customers and needing to go home to rest and take care of my baby (the one in utero). As you can guess my discomfort and concern for my baby won out and I told work I had to leave, contacted the hubbie and made my way home for a rest. After having some diner and resting for two hours I still felt some pain on and around my abdomen that had bothered me most of the day. The best way that I can describe the pain is like somebody put a heavy tight hair net on your to me. I started wondering if my baby was okay and did this mean bed rest was coming?

 I decided it would be a good idea to have myself and the baby checked out at the hospital and after kissing my 3 year old, headed off for what I hoped would be a quick check knowing full well it would take a while. 

Part 2 talks about the actual hospital experience.

With the expanding waist line  comes the spreading of the news and the expanded number of people aware of your pregnancy.  While I had wanted to shout this pregnancy from the roof tops when we found out, I decided that a more cautious approach might be best with my history of perinatal loss.  I know of cases where people did share early and then suffered a miscarriage which can be hard when everyone asks how things are going. I am glad that  I had shared with a few close friends before we had our miscarriage, they became my support group afterwards.
Now that we are in a safer time, I have decided on a more subtle method and that is telling my friends and family as I see them.  All I can say is the reactions of some when they see me is priceless. I was at a family event recently and one or two people were ready to burst trying not to ask and then asking anyways. More to write later, time to get ready for work.