I found out a year ago today that I was pregnant. My period was about 3 weeks late, but I didn't really realize it due to spotting I'd had off and on for a couple of weeks. I had done a couple of home tests that were negative before the spotting started. I finally went to a clinic to get tested just to make sure I wouldn't be one of those people who didn't know they were pregnant until they were in labor. I started spotting again the next day and called my doctor. I was scared since I now knew I was pregnant. They said it could be normal, but told me to come in right away for an ultrasound. After the ultrasound, I was asked to stay to see the doctor. I knew that was bad news. My first pregnancy was a miscarriage at 6.5 weeks so I assumed the same thing was happening again. I was wrong. I was told that my pregnancy was tubal. I was wheeled over to the hospital with my 2 youngest kids to wait for surgery. I had to call my neighbor to knock on the door to wake my husband who was sleeping for his shift that night. He didn't even know I was going to the doctor. It was so strange to get such wonderful news one day, then such terrible news the next. I knew about ectopic pregnancies, but I'd never known of anyone who had one. After surgery, my doctor told me I was almost at the point of rupture. Fallopian tubes are very vascular, that's what makes this an emergency operation. I kept thinking of how scary it would've been to have ruptured and bled to death while at home alone taking care of my son. Thinking of him crying for me and not understanding why I wouldn't come to him is heartbreaking. Thank God that was not the case. He is the reason I remained so calm until after the surgery. I was so worried about being knocked out and no one being able to call me and ask questions if needed. I'm a bit overprotective, but I'm also with him 24/7 with the exception of working on Monday nights. Physically, the surgery was a breeze. Emotionally, it was much harder than the miscarriage I had. My sweet baby appeared to be perfectly healthy with a strong heartbeat, he was just stuck in a place that wouldn't allow him to grow. Being a pro-lifer and going through what is technically an abortion was really hard. I do believe that life begins at conception and I was devastated to lose my child. My due date was January 1, 2013. Had little Christian made it to my uterus, I would now likely have a 22 month old and a 5 month old. I am so thankful that I lived to be here for my son, though. I would rather have a loss to mourn than him be without a mother. We're in the process of TTC again. I'm left with only one fallopian tube, but I've been told that it is clear of adhesions. I've also been told that if I ovulate from the left ovary, the egg may free float over to the right fallopian tube. I had no idea such a thing was possible! I hope God will bless me with another child. Either way, I'm so thankful to have had a chance to have a successful pregnancy and a healthy son!