My 2nd trimester pregnancy scare.

my blog is my journal and I wanted to include this post from weeks ago:

   From the moment I found out I was pregant , I instantly felt different. Not physically different but mentally. He was our sweet surprise. My brain was completely consumed with thoughts of BABY. I knew our lives were going to change drastically again.  I walked around all day with a giant smile on my face, knowing I had this exciting secret.The first four months were mostly uneventful. I assumed the next few months were going to be filled with shopping and weight gain worries … when my pregnancy took a scary turn.
Around 17 weeks, I got a call from my doctor saying some of my second trimester blood work was looking a bit abnormal. We were referred to a specialist at The University of Alabama. Knowing that lots of women get a “false positive” on these tests, I tried to remain calm until further testing was done. (By calm, I mean hysterically crying until we got to the doctor’s office.)

The next week, my husband  and I sat in the genetic counselor’s office discussing our “options” if the test was in fact positive for a serious birth defect. They were throwing out everything from spina bifida to Down Syndrome.I was completely crushed. I was already so attached to my little boy.… he has to be okay.

After a detailed ultrasound, our doctor recommended amniocentisis to investigate further. The only way to get a definitive diagnosis is an amniocentisis; however, that test comes with risks. In that moment, we decided against an amniocentisis. We would love him regardless. As we walked to the car, my positive attitude that I tried so desperately to hold on to went flying out the window and was replaced with complete and utter fear.

The next few days were spent on the couch covered in tears. I literally couldn’t function. The thought of something being wrong with our baby was just too unbearable to even think about. The only thing in the world that I wanted was for this little boy to be okay. Nothing else mattered.
After 20 agonizing  weeks, we had a perfectly healthy little boy. The abnormal blood work was, in fact, a false positive. I took my first deep breath in almost 20 weeks and cried. Only this time, they were happy tears.