A Wonderful Birthday

Yesturday was my 27th birthday. Although it started out a bit rough, it ended up being my best birthday yet. Allow me to explain...

Sunday night, I started spotting again. I had been spotting off and on since my initial prenatal appointment on Wednesday, however, it was a very small amount of brown blood so I was convinced that it was simply from the internal exam and pap that I received at that appointment. I didn't give much thought to it since it went away after a day or so. That is, until I started spotting again on Sunday. This time there was red blood and I completely freaked out. I called my OB's emergency number to see how they would like me to proceed and since I wasn't experiencing any cramping or clotting, they had told me to hang tight and come into the office the next day for an ultrasound to check on the baby.

While I was still freaking out about the spotting, we lost half (yes, only half) of the power to our house. Mike initially thought that we had blown a fuse or that a surge protector somewhere had gone bad. As it turns out, neither was the case. (Keep in mind, it was only 15 degrees outside, it was 9 pm, and our heat was not working.) We turned on the generator and called the power company. Thank goodness that it only took them 20 minutes to arrive! After several minutes, they determined that a power line that runs underground to our house is bad. Since there are two wires that run to our house, that explained why we had only lost half of our power. They created a temporary fix until they can come back (in their words, "anytime from one day to several months from now...") to fix it permanently. In the meantime, Abigail's nightlite and sound machine kept turning off and on since the power company kept having to kill the electricity and then restart it, so she was continuously waking up. Here I was, supposed to be resting and instead I kept having to run back and forth to her room to get her back to sleep until the power was restored. I thought I was going to lose my mind.

I was so stressed out by the time Mike and I went to bed that he decided to surprise me with my birthday gift a day early. He bought me the Nook Color I've been drooling over and a $35 B&N GC so that I could start adding books to it! It was a wonderful distraction to everything that was going on.

Fast foward to my actual birthday on Monday. I was nervous as all heck when we went in for my ultrasound. I had never spotted while pregnant with Abigail, especially not red blood, and had no idea what we were going to find on the sonogram. By the grace of God, the technician saw the baby's heartbeat immediately. I felt like the weight of the world was taken off of my shoulders. Seeing that heartbeat, which measured at 133 bpm, instantly put me at ease. She mentioned that the baby was measuring a few days ahead and was growing like a weed. After thoroughly checking me with the "dildo-cam", the technician stated that she saw no apparant reason for the spotting. Her best guess is that it's merely being caused by implantation of the placenta into the uterine wall and that there was nothing serious to worry about.

That news was, quite frankly, the best birthday gift I had ever received. I suppose I'm just going to be a spotter this time around and resolve myself to not panic everytime it happens unless other warning signs are present.

To top off our night, Mike took me and Abigail out to dinner at our favorite Japenese restuarant and we had a fabulous time. The food was amazing!

So, to conclude this novel of a post, here are the very first pictures of baby #2: