During my pregnancy, Abbie was away working during the week and staying in a corporate apartment. He would come home on the weekends. We were also packing up and getting ready to move at the end of the school year. I would be quitting my teaching job and moving to Huntsville. I was so worried about my dad. Who would take care of him now? I dreaded leaving, moving, and quitting my job. The baby itself was not a problem. No morning sickness and he grew just fine. The outside pressures are what got to me. By the end of my pregnancy, I was stressed out and depressed. My father had died in March and my whole life was turned upside down. Add to that the fact that I didn't have my husband with me, and things just fell apart inside. We moved to Huntsville on Memorial Day and the very next day I was put on bed rest because my blood pressure was high. Pre-eclampsia sucks, but the baby was still doing fine. None of my stress was his fault and I felt so bad for him - he was trapped in the belly of a sad, crazy lady!!!!
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