If at first you don't succeed...

So, seeing as nobody is following my blog at the moment I feel like I can put this out there. It's a bit of a secret see. Shhhh!

On Oscar's last birthday (May '12) me and my fella decided to properly try for another baby. We'd been thinking about it for a while but with Oz turning 4 we thought it was high time we had another before the age gap was too big.

We got pregnant right away.

I very quickly became nauseous  my stomach already felt hugely bloated and sore at just 6 weeks and by 12 weeks, I looked 6 months pregnant.

At my 12 week scan I was diagnosed with a molar pregnancy. Which basically means too many of his guys got into my girl and it started to produce 'grape like cysts' instead of a baby. I had to have surgery to evacuate what was in the womb and told not to try having another for at least 6 months. I also had to have blood and urine tests every 2 weeks.
It also explained why I was so very fat and so very nauseous  because the hormone you find in pregnancy is very high in a molar and can make pregnancy symptoms far more worse than they are supposed to be usually.

Of course I was upset and disappointed but I also know it's just one of those things that happens and I moved on pretty quickly and incidentally...got pregnant before my 6 months were up!

At first I was very excited. But then it sunk in that I was now 10 times more likely to have it happen to me again. I was desperate to have a scan to make sure everything was okay and made up a fib to my doctor to get an early scan.

The first scan was 2 days after christmas and it was slightly too early to see anything but I was slightly reassured to the fact that there was everything there so far and all in the way it should be. I got booked in for another scan two weeks later.

That was yesterday.




I was fairly optimistic for this scan. I was around 7 weeks pregnant and had no nausea and no bloating. The only symptom of pregnancy I had was feeling quite tired all the time. But of course there is always that doubt and the fear of having to go through a molar pregnancy again. I was quite terrified. I remember laying on the surgery table last time and was crying my eyes out. That was the only time I cried though!

So, I took my very tired boyf to the hospital yesterday and as always in the Early Pregnancy Unit (EPU) I  was seen very quickly. The nurse was friendly and really put me at ease straight away. She shoved that giant stick scanner thing up my hoohaa and said pretty much straight away "well, there's the heartbeat."

I felt instant relief.

I could relax knowing that so far, my baby was fine and that I'm so very glad I didn't give into the temptation of cigarettes and alcohol over christmas!

It's not quite all safe just yet until my 12 week scan but I'm glad I'm one of those people who can get knocked down over and over and still keep getting up. You just gotta try try again!