This week has been full of emotional ups and downs, so this is going to be a bullet point list of things going on in people’s lives around me this week.
*M (IRL friend) got to see a heartbeat at her first u/s … hoping and praying for a full-term healthy pregnancy for her this time (after 2 m/c). It’d be so awesome to have kiddos only three months apart in age and in the same grade in school!
*Krista found out at her 9w u/s that one of the triplets had quit growing, but babies B and C are both doing great. This is a mixed blessing for sure, but hopefully it will allow for a healthier, easier pregnancy for both mama and babes.
*Jessica is on bed rest at 7w with twins because of a subchorionic hematoma in her uterus. Praying it heals up quickly on its own. Luckily both babes are currently doing well.
*Rachel‘s beta number quit rising after a surprise BFP.
*Beeker’s Mom lost her twins at 17w. So awful.
*Sarah is still stuck in inconclusive hell regarding the state of her pregnancy. That doc had better call her STAT this morning to fill her in.
*I got to see my baby growing and healthy yesterday. That was awesome and the highlight of my week.
*Following the awesomeness of the u/s, I had to carry a dying puppy to its owner. Long story, but basically I was standing next to my car about to get in and I watched an adorable little puppy run out into the busy street in front of me. He looked something like this.
Bitch that hit him didn’t even hit her brakes (and I saw her face, she KNEW she hit him). He was laying in the middle of the lane, wagged his tail twice, and laid still, which absolutely broke my heart. I ran out to see if he had a chance (and to keep any other vehicles from hitting him). The next car moved to the other lane and the car behind that just came to a dead stop so that I could grab the pup. I picked up his collar (which had been knocked off) and then him… I didn’t want to cause more damage, but I couldn’t leave him there. I walked to the sidewalk and a little boy ran up – he knew who the owners were, so I had him walk with me to the lady’s house (1/2 block down the side street). The woman who walked out with a matching puppy was maybe 30 years old…she just covered her mouth and started crying and asking if he was dead… I made it clear that I hadn’t hit him – I just saw it happen it and didn’t want anyone else to hit him… but that I was pretty sure he was not in good shape. Poor pup was totally limp. I set him down and she touched his head and he just barely twitched his tail… that made us both start bawling. Ugh. It was seriously awful. I don’t even know how the story ends, but I know I bawled while walking back to my car alone. Not what I was hoping to do yesterday.
So that’s the deal. Last night I slept for 11 hours (sorely needed!), and I’m feeling like today is going to be a good day. I’m just hoping for good news IRL and on the interwebs for my friends today.