At 2:15 in the morning on November 3rd, I underwent emergency surgery to remove an ectopic pregnancy.
The night started out with a date at one of our favorite restaurants. Mr. Native Texan had returned from a long business trip and we were eager to catch up, as well as to give me a break from my solo duties in his absence.
Before our food ever reached the table, I was in the lobby trying desperately not to black out. We took our food to go and headed for the ER. After many hours, tests and exams, an ectopic pregnancy was diagnosed and I was whisked away to surgery.