This whole pregnancy was a nightmare. I wish I could say differently it that’s the truth. At 5.5 weeks I rushed from work to the ER with heavy bleeding. I thought for sure I had lost another one. They did an US and couldn’t find the HB. Told me to follow up with my OB. I did and while waiting I thought the worst. I didn’t have high hopes as I had been in the situation before but to my surprise there was the little one with a HB. For the first trimester we fought with the issue of bleeding. By the second trimester I was so sick with morning sickness. My job started giving me a hard time about constantly going to the bathroom or missing days. By the third trimester I started having early contractions to where they had to stop labor twice. He had turned head down and was pushing against my cervix but they still wouldn’t put me out of work even though I was in so much pain I could barely walk. By the time I hit 37 weeks I had lost a lot of fluid and baby boy wasn’t growing like he should. When I went for my weekly check up I was only measuring 33 weeks and had finally lost all my fluid and was rushed to an emergency C-section. It was awful. This wasn’t my first one but it was terrible. I could feel everything and it hurt so bad they had to hold me down. With my daughter I never felt a thing but this time with my son I felt everything. It really messed me up. I got my tubes tied but I’m still afraid to have sex because I’m terrified of becoming pregnant again. My son is two weeks old today. My experience this time around really did a number on me mentally. I don’t know how or if I can get past this.