Well, not quite... I am engaged, and my Fiance is Pregnant...

Amy and I are expecting our little bundle of joy in October... Our birthdays are one week apart, and the baby is due to be born right in the middle!

Our sweet little baby, really doesn't like to have HIS picture taken, but it looks as if we are having a BOY!

(Yeah, I wanted a Girl, but any healthy baby is going to be a blessing.)

For those that want to see, here’s some pictures...

Now for a scary story...

This last Wednesday, we went to the "High Risk Specialist" to get a new ultrasound...

Everything was fine.

Except I over-did it later in the afternoon, and when we got home I was having issues breathing, my pulse was racing, my BP was elevated and I just wasn't feeling "right"...

So after a couple hours of real resting (lying down), and my BP and Pulse hadn't gone down, we took a cab back to the hospital, and I spent the evening in the ER.

We left the ER around midnight, with me having a script for some Tylenol 3, and being urged to head back to Complete Care to see my Primary to talk about the issues that got me to the ER (including a migraine that hit while I was there).

We slept in on Thursday, and while Amy complained of some cramps from gas, everything seemed fine.

On Friday morning however, things changed.

On Friday morning, Amy woke up covered in sweat, and feeling "cold"/Chilly, and complaining of severe abdominal pain. Upon inspection she found there was a discharge of that wasn't the normal, and so I got her dressed and called 911.

After explaining to the operator that Amy was "high risk" and this was her 2nd pregnancy (the first one, she lost at 11 weeks) she dispatched a Ambulance and told us it would be there shortly.

The ambulance came and we met it out side, they strapped her in, and we headed to the ER.

They triage us right away, and took us to "Labor and Delivery" and put her on a monitor.

While on the monitor, the machine detected the baby's heart rate as a healthy 140, and while the monitor didn't detect her contractions, the nurse did, and said that she was surprised that the monitor could hear our baby so well, since he was so young.

After a bit on the monitor, the doctor came in and they gave Amy an exam.

After the exam, the doctor came to us and said "Now, we have a bit of an issue. You are dilated, and I can see the sac peeking through your cervix"

At this point, she gave us a moment to gather ourselves. Amy was crying, and I was trying my best to hold her, and keep her calm, while keeping my composure.

Amy said "So I'm in labor?" and the Doctor said "Yes, and the problem is that you are right on the verge of what we consider viable. Our NICU is NOT capable of caring for a baby this young, and most of the NICU's in the area, won't take a transfer of a baby less than 24 weeks".

At that point both of us wanted to punch the doctor. Our baby is a FIGHTER! We know he is, and there was NO WAY that we were going to give up at that point.

The Doctor told us that she wanted to consult with the high risk specialist and went off to do so, while we started calling family, and asking them to pray for our baby boy.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Doctor returned with the resident on call (who happens to be one of the OB's that we've seen previously), whom said he also would like to do an exam.

Upon further inspection, and a quite painful exam (Amy is an abuse survivor so any exam down there is traumatic, and at this time she also was suffering from a UTI) he deduced that what the first Doctor thought was the amniotic sack, turned out to be a Cyst on her vaginal wall.

After yet more inspection, an internal ultrasound, and a negative FFN result, it was decided that while there was some dilation, the internal cervix was closed tightly and was the same as in all the previous ultrasounds, with no movement. So they were 100% confident that she was not actually in pre-term labor.

Needless to say, we were extremely relived, but we've still had the crud scared out of us.

This experience has done nothing, but remind us how much both of us want this baby. How much he means to both of us, and how much of a miracle he really is.

Now we get to go back to the more mundane things, like worrying about finding an apartment, and worrying about buying things for the baby.

For those interested in such things, we have a Baby Registry @ Babie's R Us.

If by some chance/miracle, you want to help us financially, you can message me privately for my PayPal address, or donate using BigCloset's Hatbox (just make sure to PM Joyce and tell her you are donating to help).

Thank you all for reading this story. It's been hard to write, even with things past. But I know it will make us stronger in the end.