
Great. It's 4:30am and I can't sleep- what the crap? I even went to bed at a somewhat decent hour, did some reading before I went to bed (The Shack-William P. Young), all after having a yummy feast of Red Lobster with Koa. So you'd think I'd be all set for a night of zzzz's...
But I honestly can't pretend like I don't know why I can't sleep- now, yesterday, or for the last couple of days. We found out last Friday that our baby (or our little sweet potato, as we called the bebe) didn't have a heartbeat at 9 weeks. Koa and I were convinced that a miracle would take place after a weekend of praying- us, a huge wonderful group of our church friends, and so many others but yesterday we had another ultrasound and it confirmed our worst fears. I'd like to think that I'm going to kick myself later for not writing all of the details down in this blog, but unfortunately, I don't think that this is the kind of experience you forget easily. Especially the words, "It doesn't look good." Blech. I throw up.
Miscarriage is not something that I thought would happen to us at all. It's not exactly something that anyone talks about and shouts from the rooftops, though apparently it's fairly common. I was certain that it would not happen to us because why would God give us a baby then take it away? I intentionally skipped over the chapters in the books I've received from friends because of this- why assume the worst and...WHY?! I've been wanting to have a baby foreeeeeever and Koa and I were completely surprised when we found out that we were expecting- we weren't exactly planning or trying, it was right around my birthday, a couple of my friends are also expecting babies, and countless other things. It all seemed so perfect.
One of the things that is most upsetting is that during the first ultrasound the technician said that everything looked completely normal and that the heartbeat must of disappeared only a day or two ago. A DAY OR TWO AGO? I swear I went through those last two days event by insignificant event in my head trying to figure out if I had done something. Did that second cup of coffee the last couple of days (damn you, Starbucks deliciousness!) put me over the edge? Not enough exercise? Too much junk food (yes, it was me who ate most, well all of the ice cream sandwiches!)? Sigh. Silly. I know it's not my fault, I just can't believe that it's over. The other thing that sucks? I don't even have any symptoms- I feel normal! Well, when I think about it, all of the obvious pregnancy symptoms are gone now- tired (ha, I'm wide awake now!), sore boobs, moodiness...the whole nine yards!
The good news? At least I can actually sit down and write this now. Friday and Saturday were some of the worst days ever for me. I did not want to get out of bed at all and really felt like nothing else mattered. We're talking serious sadness- and I HATE crying and trying to explain how I'm feeling when I'm that sad. I'd rather push it away and hope that it all goes away. I watched a LOT of mindless TV...I don't even know what I watched. I didn't even want to go to church to see all of the wonderful people I mentioned because I knew I'd have to talk about it, and I hate crying in public. I know that I would have felt better for it, but I just couldn't do it. I do feel a certain sense of peace now that I know has come from many chats with the Lord and a lot of wonderful support and loving from Koa. I'm just ready to move on and try again now.
So, tomorrow (well, in a couple of hours) we're going back to the doctor to discuss what to do next. I can have a surgery to do what my body would take a couple of weeks to do and get it done quickly or wait for a few weeks for my body to handle things naturally. I think that I'm just going to schedule the surgery...it's really hard to think of having the little guy in me for that long. Morbid, I know. And they told me that it's quite excruciating and you never know when it's going to happen. We're going to New Mexico to see Koa's family on the 7th, so I would NOT want to go though something like that if I wasn't in the comfort my own house. That would just be awful. Or at work? Sheesh.
I'm going to try to go back to work today, but I'm not that excited. Not that I usually do cartwheels for work anyway, but again, I know that it's going to an awkward day with people feeling awkward towards me. I want to send out a memo that says, thanks for your sympathy but I don't want to talk about it. That sounds so awful but it's just going to bring everything up to the surface again. Sooooo many people know too- you can't keep a secret like a baby pregnant in the Marketing department for too long...seriously I skip having a glass of wine ONCE and the words out...I'm not kidding.
Sigh. This too shall pass.
Ok, to end on something a little lighter...after looking for insomnia cartoons I found this cartoon. Two things I like: the shocked look of the hunter and the Bear's face. That's comedy.
