I turned 35 this year and while we celebrated big the weekend before with DWTS and a weekend with Erwins, Vic and the kids still celebrated me on my day, Wednesday, the 28th. What started out as a great morning turned scary quick. We had MOPS that day and it was so fun to go and we had plans to meet Vic for lunch (girls were with me) and then come home for fun at home that evening. Well, during MOPS, we were playing Minute to Win It Games and although they are not hard or anything, I tripped while half running about 20 feet from one spot to another. Well, when I tripped, I fell. Hard. Right on my stomach. I did not catch myself with my hands and it happened so fast. I jumped up fast and said I was ok and smiled (because that is what I do) and then started thinking about how hard I hit my stomach. At 17 weeks pregnant. I went to the bathroom to get away for a minute and the tears started. And I was just worried. And then the girls and my mentors started coming in and I could NOT stop crying and that is not how I like to handle things. I like to handle things without freaking out. But, for some reason, my hormones and just being scared kept me from being able to not cry. One of the girls was a delivery nurse and she advised that I call my doctor and even go in for a heartbeat check. I did that and the doctor on call (mine was not in that day) said that at 17 weeks, to just watch for bleeding for 24 hours and any pains and to drink lots of water. And that was it. While I can follow instructions, it was just going to be a long 24 hours. And really, there was nothing that could be done at 17 weeks if I had hurt the baby. It was just scary. I wasn't feeling kicks yet to help me know that baby was moving around and it was just scary. I had never fallen during pregnancy and I felt SO DUMB being so clumsy, especially since I know I am clumsy. But, anyways, I called Vic bawling and decided I was in no form to go to lunch. We went home but then all I could do was think about it. And cry. I had so many MOPS girls calling and praying and just realized that a group of mamas like that are an army! And every one I talked to told me to go get the heartbeat checked, even though the doctor didn't say to come in. I called and the doctor's office said to come in and they would check. So, Vic came home early (poor guy - I was a mess and there wasn't much he could do) and I went in to wait to see a nurse. It took two nurse's to find the heartbeat, but my only hope was that it had taken Dr. Bertsch longer to find the heartbeat on this baby at every appointment. Then, all of a sudden they found the heartbeat. I was so thankful and so relieved. But, boy was I emotionally exhausted. I was so glad baby was ok and for the next 24 hours, I didn't have any symptoms to make me think anything was wrong. I was so thankful that God makes our bodies to carry our babies and protect them so well inside us.
Anyways, we ate a delicious dinner and had cake and relaxed the rest of the evening. What a scary day, but so thankful for my 35th birthday and that all was ok.
I loved the sign Vic made - GOAT (Greatest of All Time)!
My kids and me!
This is my favorite lemony shrimp pasta dish!
Nothing Bundt Cake for dessert!
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