Part 2

I was feeling a little "off" during the evening but just put it down to moving, pregnancy hormones etc, I had just finished eating dinner and decided to have a shower and go to bed and rest.  As I undressed I noticed I was bleeding and of course i started to panic.  I screamed for Shane and he wondered into the bathroom to find me on the floor crying my eyes out, "Somethings wrong" I cried, "I think I'm loosing the baby", Shane phoned my mum who came straight over.

By this time i managed to get myself together and went to the toilet, it was there that i actually miscarried the baby
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This was the second time I had miscarried. The first was before Mr K.

I blamed myself for this happening. Had I lifted something too heavy in our move?  Was it all the stress I was under leading up to the move?,  there were all these horrible thoughts going around in my head but in my heart I knew I couldn't change anything and I had to move on and be a mum to my little boy.

A few months later I discovered we were pregnant again, but this time I was weary about telling everyone.  I didnt want to get too excited so we decided to keep it a secret for awhile (which is very hard for me to do), and we only told our immediate families. 

My Dr wanted me to have a Ultrasound to confirm how many weeks pregnant i was.  According to my cycle I thought i was 8 weeks by now, but my hormone levels in the blood tests didnt match up. Already alarm bells were ringing. So off Shane and I went to have the Ultrasound which was on a Saturday morning.