Hang in there Petrie

In my last entry I hinted at Petrie. Petrie is number 3 for us and we have some great hopes and dreams for this little one. Petrie is the womb name we have given this little one, I'm voting it's a little girl. Not sure why, but somehow I just feel it.

We found out about Petrie on  Saturday Oct 2nd. Petrie was named Buttons for about a day and a half, but one evening I mentioned a bit of gas felt like a little foot was pressed on my tummy. We joked about the name Little Foot and ran the gambit of all the other names from Land Before Time and decided that Petrie was the name for our little one.

But it seems Petrie is a bit of a Drama Queen. On the evening of Thursday Oct 7th I started bleeding. A call to my primary care (who I was schedule to see the following Monday to confirm the pregnancy) said to go to the ER. While there they also admitted SqueekMoo because his cold had headed to his chest and it sounded awful. Eight hours later we left, SqueekMoo didn't have pneumonia but a chest cold (nothing new for him) and I was discharged with threatened miscarriage. The pee test said I wasn't pregnant. The blood work levels are high enough to say I'm pregnant, but its not high enough to say I am very very much pregnant and not low enough to no longer be pregnant. and the ultrasound test... well lets just say a needle in a hay stack would be easier to find than tiny Petrie... the tech said my left ovary was hiding as well. fun times. I must now wait till Friday the 15th to find out more.

We were suppose to have a wonderful four day, but oh no. the tears and the pain. I try so hard to be optimistic, but something tells me that it's over. that instead of just one sweet dear angel in heaven we now have two. And it's a very hard pill to swallow. I don't suppose the fact we already told my parents we lost the baby helps this any. We had no intentions of mentioning our pregnancy till we were out of the first trimester. But my dad was meeting us for lunch on a 3 hour layover and being we were in the ER till 4am we kind of had to let him know in case we couldn't pick him up at the airport. Not to make things complicated we just said we had a miscarriage. And thus we had to tell my mother. 

But then there are moments that I'm optimistic and think that maybe, just maybe, Petrie is still in me. I still like to look at all the sewing patterns that I had mused over getting last week. I will be pregnant. and I hope so much that I still am. But it not we will try again.