I like the idea of noting some things about pregnancy so that I can look back on it someday and share it with my child if they find this sort of thing interesting.
I realized I was pregnant on a Monday morning. I took a test on a whim to see if it would explain the random yet extended cramping I'd been experiencing. I never expected it to actually be positive! Erik had already left for work so I knew I would have to wait to tell him till the evening. I had to go 9 whole hours being the only one who knew my good news. That is hard for someone like me!
I had expected my stomach to leap or fall when I found out but it wasn't like that at all. It was just something interesting to note and ponder a bit while walking to the bus. A few times that day it crossed my mind and I wondered if it could really be true.
After work Erik picked me up, we ran to the store where I covertly picked up test #2 and went home. I made dinner, took the test, set the table and prepared to break the news. I told Erik and he was surprise and excited. We decided to tell his parents that evening.
That was when it started to sink in for me. I was telling people I was pregnant. I didn't really FEEL pregnant and it was just some plastic stick that I was basing this off of. I started feeling like I was fibbing or fooled or something. I had to stop talking about it and to sleep on it.
The next day I went to the Dr. and took another test. They assured me that I WAS pregnant and I started to cry. "Is this a bad thing?" the nurse asked. "No, no it isn't a bad thing. It's a very very good thing." She seemed relieved.
This is when we started spreading the news. We now it's early to tell people and that there are many risks ahead but we truly feel this was an answer to prayer so we figured... let's keep the prayer coming!
So now a couple weeks have passed and it still seems unreal. The things that let me know I'm pregnant aren't what I expected. I'm tired a l l t h e t i m e. I had to take a rest while cleaning the house. That never happens! I go to bed around 10 and don't get up till 8:30. I still want to nap in the middle of the day. I don't feel nauseous really, only once and a while, however, pretty much all food sounds gross. The ONLY thing I like consistently is sugar. Dairy is right out. I am fond of color in strange ways. There is this yellow transparent folder at work that I had a very strong attraction too. I wanted to make it part of me.... I think I was craving vitamin C. Also, there is the Dominos truck that drives by a cafe I visit on Thursday that is very soothing and comforting. Yeah, I know, weird.
I have my first visit to an OB next week. I'm looking forward to it as I'm hoping to confirm how far along I am. My guess is 7 weeks right now but who knows. Could be more and could be less. I have lots of questions to ask like, can I travel, how hot can my baths be, can I take Tylenol, stuff like that. Should be fun!
Soon I will write about why this was such a miracle and other observations... that is if I'm not busy sleeping.
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