From that moment on, my mind was filled with all things baby. I downloaded multiple baby apps on my phone, calculated that our little love's due date would be March 11, skimmed through long lists of baby names, read up on things to eat, things not to eat, and started thinking of fun ways we'd tell our family and friends our exciting news. I even ordered cookies from my favorite local bakery for our family - little baby onesie cookies with mint green writing that would say, "Auntie," "Uncle," "Gramma," "Grandpa," or "Cousin."
It's amazing how much you can dream up in just a few short days and weeks.
Everything seemed to be going as it should. The fatigue had kicked in, the nausea was minor, I found myself talking to our baby a few times as I drove about town, Kevin would kiss my pre-bump belly and say, "Hey baby." He even gave me two votes - one for me and one for baby - on which Netflix shows we'd watch and what we'd have for dinner. It was oh so sweet. And I was really starting to enjoy this whole pregnancy thing.
Thursday, July 27 started out like any regular morning. I got up, ate a little something to ward off sneaky nausea, and decided to attempt one of my runs from my training app before I started work. I got about a mile and a half in when I suddenly felt like I was about to pee my pants. I stopped, squatted down, and then realized it felt more like a period sensation... something I should not be feeling. I walked home as quickly as I could and came to find bright red blood all over my underwear (sorry if this is overshare). Something wasn't right.
We were supposed to have our (almost) 8 week ultrasound the very next day - a day we were SO excited about. We were going to see our baby for the first time! I called my doctor and they moved my appointment up so they could see me that afternoon. Kevin came home from work early and we headed to the doctor's office filled with excitement, a little bit of concern, but mostly excitement. I hadn't had any other trouble leading up to this day, so it just had to be a fluke thing, right?
At the office, I filled out the stack of intro paperwork, looked around at the pretty photos of lavender fields hanging on the walls, had my blood pressure taken, peed in a cup. All normal things. The nurse brought us back to a room and chatted casually about how my pregnancy is going, what I do for work, what Kev does for work, what I should stay away from during pregnancy, and that another nurse would be in soon to do the ultrasound.
The next nurse came in and she routinely talked through similar things, just more in depth, and then I told her about the blood. The mood in the room shifted. She then said she wanted me on two weeks pelvic rest - no exercising, no grocery shopping, just rest - and I knew something wasn't quite right. This seemed more serious than some fluke spotting.
She pulled out the ultrasound machine, squeezed that cold blue gel on my belly that I'd always wondered what would feel like, and started rolling the wand around. I had one hand behind my head, the other in Kevin's, and I just kept looking back and forth between the screen and the nurse, hoping she'd tell me what she was seeing. She wasn't saying anything.
"Oh my gosh, why isn't she saying anything!" I thought. I pinched my fingers together to try to distract my tears, and stared at that screen so hard to try to figure out what I was looking at. It was my first ultrasound, after all, and I didn't really know what the different shapes were quite yet.
She took the wand off me, turned to look at us and said, "I don't see a heartbeat."
My heart stopped.
"Is there a baby?" I asked.
"Yes there is a baby. I'd like to try one more way to try to see the heartbeat, just to be sure," she said. So she tried again.
And again she said, "I don't see a heartbeat."