When Hope Arrived
Disclaimer: There may be some TMIs about bodily fluids, and I can't promise the post will be short enough to be reader friendly. There are many ways to tell this story. This one is mine. End of May: I'm nearing the end of my second trimester and starting to get wetness in my undies. I figure, since I have fibroids and therefore am much larger and heavier than my stage of pregnancy, it could just be more pressure than my bladder can handle. So I start wearing liners, but they are not sufficient, so I upgrade to pads. I mention it to my doctor a few days in, because the possibility of amniotic fluid crosses my mind. He advises me to check for the smell...there is none, but I wonder if my senses are off. I've been having more than the regular amount of doctors visits because of the fibroid complications. My next appointment is pretty soon, so I go in then and get tested (though I don't feel much leakage that day). The test is negative for amniotic fluid. Baby is very acti