And to think- I doing so well at getting my mind at ease in this pregnancy- making sure I was happy and healthy and doing everything I could to ensure this babies health- and to ensure that we did everything right- everything perfect- so that this baby would know how much he or she is loved, and so that pregnancy wouldn't be overshadowed as much as it could be by the loss of their older brother..
First.. the spotting and bed rest..
NOW... fifth disease has shown up at my school where I teach. a completly non-threatening childhood disease to everyone except fetuses in their first 20 weeks. and of course, I am 11 and a half weeks. The problem with fifth disease is that is is like chicken pox in that it is contagious before ANY symptoms are seen, and has a 4-20 day incubation period- meaning there could be none, or MANY children at my school incubating it. and to boot.... I do not have immunity. 50 % of adults are immune because they have come in contact with it before.. but not me.. urgh. So this means I am off work- and I'm not sick- I am off because if I come in contact with the disease and my body contracts it, it could have severe effects on my baby. only 5-10% chance.. but hey, do statistics matter once you've lost a child to something far less common- Nope!
I was getting so close- so excited to tell people in a few weeks- i wanted to should it out to the world that I am pregnant, and that I am happy, and healthy and excited for t his little life. Now, I feel like I need to wait, and make sure everything is ok. it never ends.. seriously.. enough is enough.