Two days after I found out about the pregnancy, I had a horrible car accident. I am not going to go into any details about the accident, other than to say it was horrible and if I had one thing in my life to do over, I would have driven a different route in order to avoid the events that followed.
As a result of the accident, I ended up briefly at the hospital for some tests. Just before they were about to begin, I said, "Oh, by the way, does it matter that I am 90% sure that I'm pregnant?" The nurse said no, but we should have the doctor check out the baby by sonogram and make sure everything looked ok.
The ER doctor came in and got the sonogram machine. I hiked up my shirt, and he confirmed my pregnancy test from 2 days ago just by looking at my belly. He tucked the towel into my pants, squirted my belly with the goop, and put the machine to my abdomen. The image that showed up on the screen confirmed his finding- there was a unmistakably a baby on that screen. (And thankfully, only one baby! I don't think I could have taken any more 'news' at this point!)
So now the big question was how far along I was. I had a feeling I was not just 6 weeks as my doctor's office the day before had suggested based on the information I gave them. I remember with both Luke & Ben how at first the sonograms had looked more like a peanut than a baby. This was no peanut. This was unmistakably a fetus. I asked the ER doc the Big Question. He said, "This is not my area of expertise, and I'm only guessing, but I would say you're around 12 weeks. You need to get an appointment as soon as possible so they can examine you and give you more details."
That night, after we'd gotten everyone home and in bed, I decided I was in no shape to go in to work the next day. I called in for a sub and determined to try to get in to my doctor's office the next day.
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