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9 weeks...omg blood. I call my ob and he says to lie down feet up and come see him in the morning. I was so scared. Got in to see him first thing and he checks me out. I was waiting for hime scratch his head or something by the look he was giving me. I just knew what was coming and then he says everything’s OK! Turns out he felt I was miscarrying and was quite happily surprised I was not.

Then the words bed-ridden popped up. I was to do nothing, and he meant nothing during this pg!! No problem...

Austin came 3 weeks early the follwing January and things were gr8, for a few weeks. Then while in the grocery store the ‘helicopters’ came back and the walls closed. I got back home, thankfully Austin was napping and Rog wondered the groceries were. HA!! In the cart on aisle 3...

Back on Elavil, high dose to deal with depression and help me reach an REM sleep. Life was good again.

We finally decided we needed to buy a home and went looking everywhere. We wanted a place where I would not have to work and be able to stay home with Austin until he started school.  

So, my plan was working; received my degree, married, kids and a home.

15 months after Austin was born we were in a new home and all was good. Except for the constant falling and ankle twisting that kept happening to me.  

On Elavil, balanced and pretty happy...what next?

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