After I found out I was pregnant, the first person I told was Rick. Next were my parents, Rick's kids, my sister then I called R. and J. J. was so excited for me. We were both so happy that Ryan would have a sibling.
Rick's kids were still living with us at the time, and the boys were ramping up the stress in the house. No one was happy. I tried to stay calm, but the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Rick's youngest son was caught stealing, and the lying on both the boy's parts was out of control. I wasn't sleeping and with the morning sickness and the added stress I couldn't keep any food down when I was actually able to sleep.
Rick's ex was still in Nebraska, and we could never get in touch with her and that made the kids act up even more.
With the hormones and stress I was crying all the time. I knew that it was bad for the baby, but there was absolutely nothing that anyone could do.
December came, and for once, Ryan's birthday, December 18th, wasn't a horrible day. I was pregnant and could handle it. On December 11th, mom and I went Christmas shopping, it was a wonderful day. At one point in the day, I commented to mom that the next day was the 12th and the end of my first trimester and the chance of miscarriage would significantly decrease.
I dropped mom off at home, went home myself. I picked the kids up from school, another argument, ate supper, did homework, another argument, bath time and then off to bed. I was really tired and not long after the kids drifted off to sleep, I did too.
In the middle of the night, something woke me up, to this day I don't know what it was, but I guess I needed to go to the restroom. I turned on the light and saw the blood. Lots of blood, everywhere.
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