That's right people, We are going to be parents. We are really excited!
Here is our babies story so far;
After much talk and prayer back in December 2009 we decided that we thought it was time to give a new adventure to our lives. After what we thought to be lots of non successful pee sticks, in March of 2010 (Easter weekend) we finally got a positive! It was a moment in time for us both, a moment that can and will probably never be re-lived, even with the siblings that will hopefully follow some day. It's a moment I don't think anybody could ever forget...the moment a stick that you have just gone to the bathroom on tells you, you are growing a human inside of you! Oh what a moment! It was all pretty surreal for us both, and all Mike could say (even though he claims he was just so excited)was, "try another one...we need to make sure" and "I'm not sure I'm ready to be called dad yet". To which I replied, "Mike it's not going to call you anything for a long time even after the 9 months!". Oh what a moment!
I quickly got on the phone and made an appointment with my Gyno, in which I had to wait 2 horribly long weeks to see due to schedules. We could not keep it in, and even though we had decided that we where not going to say ANYTHING to ANYONE till after we saw the Doctor and had a 100% confirmation we told our parents and Mikes siblings that weekend! Yes we know we have amazing will power! We did however keep it from almost everyone else, namely my sisters and our friends. It was killing me! This was the most exciting news I've ever had and I had to keep it a secret for 2 weeks! And it started to get hard to keep it from my sisters....but we did and had to because they both have rather big mouths and the news could not be leaked just yet!
So the big day comes, and we are an hour away from the true moment. I'm at work, dieing to leave when all of a sudden I get a call from my Dr. he needed to cancel for today, a lady had gone into labor. I was depressed for a while I won't lie, I started to cry! I rescheduled with the receptionist who I'm sure felt horrible for me because of my emotions. As selfish as it was, all I could think about was how yucky I felt. how sick I was. And now I wasn't going to even get to tell anyone still???
The nurse called me in some nausea medication so I could at least function better, Thank heaven!
back to the story.
My new appointment was for 1.5 weeks after the first time. I felt better but the night sickness still never went away, even with the meds. We did have to tell 2 more people during this 1.5 weeks process-my boss and one of my co-workers, due to my job and taking x-rays.
So Friday April 30th comes! It's time! I worked the morning which thankfully went quickly and then came home and got ready to go. At this point we had figured I was 8-9 weeks along, but I was getting fat fast! I already had a little food belly some would call it, and I wasn't able to fit into some of my jeans at all. My mom and I thought it had to be twins!!! I was excited for this thought, Mike was not. We get to the Dr. office, wait, and then they take us back to talk to Dr. Oldroyd. The three of us talk and figure out that I should be 8-9 weeks like we thought. I would be due about December 4th. The ultrasound room was open and he decided that he wanted to take one on me, I was super excited but really nervous at the same time! I get to see my baby, hear it's heart, see it possibly move! Oh the moment! Then on the other hand, my thoughts where, what if there isn't anything there? what if there is not heart beat? Between Mike and myself we got me calmed down as we waited in the ultrasound room for them to come back.
The nurse after what seemed like a million years came back into the room. She explained to me that they would have to do the kind of ultrasound that goes in side of you today, because the baby was down to far to see with the other one. Oh Joy I though! She also explained that the baby would be the size of a gummy bear at this point. Oh the butterflies! The Dr. comes in, and we start the ultrasound. The Picture above is what came onto the screen. I was the happiest person in the world. That is a baby, my baby! I quickly exclaim to the nurse that, "that is no gummy bear". She quickly remarks, " No that is not." The Dr. then states, "You are not 8-9 weeks along.
You are 14 weeks! You are due October 23rd".
WHAT? wow, how could that be??
That means I missed 8 weeks of knowing I was pregnant! He tells me I'm a lucky girl and most women would kill to miss 2 months of being pregnant.
I don't really mind, and I do feel blessed! I really don't care how far along I am, I'm having a baby!!! So my due date is October!
We could not be happier and look forward to this year and all the adventures that this baby brings. Everyone I know is pretty sure it's a boy, so I guess we will see-hopefully soon!
till then, thanks for the congrats notes and calls everyone!
love you all!