So after I told my dad, he came to visit me the next night and we talked a little about the baby. One thing that came from the conversation, was the chinese zodiac and what the baby will be. Next year will be the year of the Tiger.

Once my dad figured that it was the baby will be a Tiger, he was like:
“That’s not good.”

He went to say, that the four zodiacs that don’t get along are: monkey (both me and Brad are monkeys), pig, snake, and tiger.

So this last week, we had a little pregnancy scare. It started on Tuesday, I had some weird vaginal discharge, actually if you want to know it was red and I thought it was the early warning signs of a miscarriage. So I called my midwife right away. She asked me if it was bright red and if I was cramping. No. So she said lets keep watching it to see if any thing gets worse. Basically if it’s the beginning of a miscarriage we can’t really do anything to stop it.

So by Thursday with my funky discharge this is now brown, I called the midwife again and she said lets try to fit you in. So got a girl exam which everything looks fine. And then some blood tests. . . to get my blood type and if my birth hormones (HcG aka Human chorionic gonadotropin) are at a good level. If the pregnancy is going on the right course, then the hormones are suppose to double in number every day. So I got the blood test on Thursday and they wanted me to come back on Saturday to get another blood test to compare. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it on time so I went in yesterday morning.

Don’t worry my numbers almost doubled. . which is good.

On Saturday, I basically decided that this Tiger baby is fucking with me. I decided that I should just stop worrying bout if it’s going to be a miscarriage and just keep going forward. I can’t worry bout the what if, I’m only going to stress myself out and that’s really unhealthy.