That’s how I was feeling on August 19. Like I’ve been in this spot before; I’ve felt this pain before. Oh no!!!!!
I was sitting at work and all of a sudden, I felt this excruciating pain in my left lower abdomen. I could barely walk, it hurt so bad. I suffered through the weekend, thinking several times that I probably should go to the ER. That’s just how bad it was. I couldn’t wait to be at my OB/GYN’s office on Monday.
After an US, I get the verdict. You’re pregnant, but it’s in your tube. WTF?! How in the hell could that be possible?! So many questions were going through my mind, but before I could even begin to answer any questions, my doctor was telling me how my tube is in danger of rupturing and that I need surgery. You need to go straight to the hospital. Wowwwww!
So, I had surgery which ended up removing my tube and ovary.
While I was home recuperating, I had plenty of time to think about how the hell I became pregnant and whose baby it was. No question, it was Tom’s, of course. He’s the only one who I have sex with without a condom, so yep. I had my tubes tied though, so I didn’t think pregnancy was even an issue. But, I was aware that if it did, it would probably be a tubal. I just didn’t think I’d be in the .01%, but it would be just my luck.
I never told Tom the real reason why I had to have surgery. He didn’t really need to know. I told him about the tube and ovary, just left out the pregnancy part.
I was off work for 4 weeks, which were much needed. I had to get my body and my mind healed from everything.