I was 13 weeks pregnant.
Almost no one knew. I was afraid to tell people because what if something went wrong? My boss knew because it was important she understood why I was declining to lift heavy boxes.
I was 13 weeks pregnant.
It meant I could start telling everyone soon. I would be out of the first trimester and on surer footing.
I wasn’t used to being pregnant. I felt nauseous, but that’s about it. I was very pragmatic and told myself that if I miscarried I would see it as a sign that it wasn’t meant to be… this time.
Yeah, right!
There I was 13 weeks pregnant at work, standing behind my counter, just doing what I always did at work when I felt a gush of liquid come out of me.
Huh, that was weird, but pregnancy is weird so whatever.
Then another gush.
Oh shit!
I told my boss I had to go to the bathroom and I ran. I pulled my pants and underwear down and there was a watery bright red liquid on my underwear. Tears came out of my eyes before I even realized I was crying.
I was 13 weeks pregnant!
My husband worked in the same place as I did. I ran to an office, locked the door and called him. I called during a time when personal calls aren’t allowed because it’s too busy. The person on the other end of the phone must have known it was urgent because they put him on, no questions asked.
I said, “I’m bleeding!” He yelled, “I have to go” and hung up on me!
He hung up on me and said he had to go! What was I supposed to do? I was 13 weeks pregnant.
I tried to call the doctor, but I couldn’t think straight. Then someone tried to open the door of the office and there was a pounding on the door. It was my husband! He hadn’t yelled, ” I have to go” to me, he was saying it to his co-workers.
We went to the ER and I was still crying when I told them…
I was 13 weeks pregnant.
I had an ultrasound and a wonderful nurse held my hand. I saw my baby and she was moving. I saw my baby! All I had ever seen before was a cluster of cells, but now…
I was 13 weeks pregnant.
I was sent home and told to get some rest. My husband held me, fed me, and loved me. He said, “You are going to be okay.” But I didn’t care about me because…
I was 13 weeks pregnant.
She is 11 months old now and I am okay.
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