(Lisa Zeltzer/ Today’s Parent) — For almost a year I artfully dodged questions like “So, when are you going to have another baby?” while trying, unsuccessfully, to have another baby. Eventually, as we were coming to terms with the idea that we may never have a second child, I became pregnant.
The morning sickness came in waves, much like it did with my firstborn. It brought with it reassurances that the pregnancy was developing as it should.
Until it wasn’t.
Around the nine-week mark, I noticed that my morning sickness symptoms were becoming less bothersome. I tried not to think much of it until the bleeding started during a lunchtime yoga class at work.
I bolted from work and called my family doctor. (…)