The month following the chemical pregnancy, I headed to London to renew my visa. As my period was due the day before I left for London, I packed a pregnancy test, my medication (Lovenox (enoxaparin sodium) injections, aspirin and progesterone) and prenatal vitamins just in case. I arrived on Saturday, July 1st, after a delayed flight due to bad weather in New York and was so excited to be having lunch with the girls at Cote in Parsons Green. I was staying with KD in Fulham, the old 'hood. It was a great day with the girls, full of laughs and lots of wine. I polished off lunch with Leigh Leigh and KD at Amuse Bouche with some cocktails and continued back at KD's with some rose. It was the middle of Summer, so was daylight until very late. I think I got to bed at 11pm, but didn't fall asleep until the early hours. I then woke at 4am due to the birds singing to the sunshine, and couldn't get back to sleep because of the planes overhead from 5am. I felt quite out of sorts, and wasn't sure whether it was due to the lack of sleep, jet-lag or something else. I decided to do a pregnancy test and, sure enough, I was pregnant. Once again, the fearful thoughts set in. I was excited to be pregnant again and have another chance, but I was also terrified of something going wrong yet again. I made an appointment during the week to see the doctor at Canary Wharf, as I only had enough Lovenox to last a week. Work was very busy but, otherwise, I took things very easy while I was in London, getting to bed most nights around 8pm. I was happy to relax and enjoy the time there, ensuring that on a daily basis I injected myself with the Lovenox, took the aspirin and inserted the progesterone.
I made an appointment with Columbia for my seven-week scan when I got back to New York. Seeing and hearing the heartbeat was an enormous relief. So much so, I cried. At 9 weeks, I was able to have my blood work taken for the Panorama testing and, just over a week later, we were in the Hamptons during the Olympics week with Coco, Michael and Henri when I received the results. It had been hanging over my head like a dark cloud, given me huge anxiety. I logged onto the Natera website and held my breath. Once I saw the series of 'Low Risk' in the results, I broke down into tears with relief. Mark was just about to go for a run, so I ran downstairs to tell him. Seeing me in my state, he thought that it was bad news, and almost started consoling me. I finally managed to communicate the good news and we hugged and cried together. I think it was that moment that we both felt we were over a major hurdle and looking towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
