Alright, I know I haven't posted in FOREVER, but I thought I'd better update this thing before it shrivels up and dies :)
December 8th was the CRAZIEST day! But, let me back up. This summer I had my second surgery for Endometriosis. I had been MISERABLE for months and decided to have the doc go in and clean things out...again. There was a bunch of nasty stuff to remove, including a cyst, but the doctor was happy about how things went. He also mentioned that I would be at my "most fertile" state for the next year. So...John and I decided it would be a good time to start trying for a baby :). I was really worried, since endometriosis often causes infertility, but I went off the pill. Sometime in October I thought maybe I'd take a pregnancy test because I hadn't had a period since my surgery (June). I took one, and it came back negative so I didn't think much of it. After that I started feeling really nauseated and thought I must have some sort of bug. Since that test, and every other test I had ever taken, came back negative, I forgot about pregnancy until December.
December 8th I woke up nauseated for the umpteenth time. As I was brushing my teeth I had to stop and dry heave a few times. The thought of pregnancy popped into my head and I casually took another test before I headed off to work. Seeing those two pink lines stopped me in my tracks! I walked into the bedroom and turned on the light. John was sleeping, but immediately woke up. "Honey..." I said. That was it. He looked at me and panicked thinking I had low blood sugar and was about to pass out or something. I sat on the bed and said "look at this". Once he realized what it was he said "REALLY?" I said I didn't know but I didn't have any more tests! He said "I hope so!" and kissed me as I left for school. What a rough day! I had already been at school for a month feeling horrible, but knowing that I might be pregnant only elevated that! After school I sped to Maceys and got another test. Another positive. John and I immediately went to the doctor's office to take a more accurate test. Positive. The nurse was so excited for us and said "Let's calculate your due date! When was your last period". Uh....June?! I laughed and told her that things had been kind of.... strange since my surgery. She said "Well...guess we will find out at your ultrasound!"
Even though I am high risk, and miscarriage is VERY prominent in my family, we couldn't wait to tell my family and John's parents. It was crazy to think that the baby could be due any time between June and August! My favorite reaction was that of my nephew Sebastian. When I said "Sebastian, I'm going to have a baby" He immediately responded with "*gasp* Are you going to give it to us?!" :) Can you tell he is wanting a little sibling?
We had to wait a few weeks, but finally got in to see Dr. Kirkman on December 26th. He explained to us that I was probably just a few weeks along, and that we would probably see the sack, that would eventually turn into the baby. When he started the ultrasound he said "Well...there's a cute little baby in there!" We were so pleased that I was far enough along that we could see the baby and even hear the heart beat :) I measured at 10 1/2 weeks, due July 17th!
It has been a rollercoaster of emotions for us! (Well...mostly me) I am THRILLED and SCARED and HAPPY and NERVOUS! We are mostly anxious to find out the gender so we can get the nursery ready. There is SO MUCH to do! I have been feeling miserable lately, but hopefully that will pass as I get further along (I'm only 15 1/2 weeks now) :)
