oh boy, or should I say girl.

5 weeks ago I went through what I thought was a miscarriage.  I called my Midwife, and told her what happened.  She said "Oh boy, you had a miscarriage, and it sounds like your body is doing exactly what it is suppose to. You should feel better in 2-3 weeks."  She also said that because she was a Midwife she couldn't perform a D&C, and I would have to go to my OBGYN for that.  

So, I waited. 

2 weeks came and went, and I was still sick,

3 weeks came and went, and I was still sick.

When I say sick, I mean throwing up and bleeding. {Maybe a little TMI}.

Today we are almost 5 weeks post miscarriage, and I feel like shiz.  Paul woke up this morning, and said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH...go to the OBGYN today.  We were both sick of dealing with this.

I make numerous phone calls, and it is finally decided we would go in for an ultra sound...and then make a plan of action...D&C, a pill that helps, etc. The nurse gave me a bunch of scenarios, and I was hoping for none of them.

Even though both kids are sick, we all loaded in the car for the appointment...because Paul was afraid of bad news and me being alone.  {side note: can someone please give Paul a huge gold star!!}

I went by myself with the ultrasound tech to a small room, and after she asked me "What news do you not want to hear?"  and me saying "Um, I hope you tell me I am not pregnant, because that would be weird!"  She says "Well, I hope I give you the news you are hoping for!"

AND THEN THIS APPEARED ON THE SCREEN...

 AND THEN I CRIED LOUD ENOUGH PAUL CAME IN THE ROOM...and we found out that our baby is this...

And now together can we say...I am on a freakin' roller coaster of emotions!