I'm 12 weeks pregnant, due on January 11th.
So here's the story, from the beginning. This could get kind of long!
In March, Jonathan and I started a conversation (and actually, he started it) about having a baby. We ended up saying, "Well, let's just see what happens." As in, we're not TRYING, but we're not NOT trying.
About 4 weeks later, I knew I was pregnant. I woke up one morning feeling different in many ways. It wouldn't have been obvious to anyone else, but something was different! I had one pregnancy test left from a different experience in December, so I used it that Monday morning (May 4th.) It imediately showed positive. I was home alone and not going to see Jonathan until that evening, so I kept it to myself all day. It was soooo hard to not text him or call him, but I didn't! I had to tell him in person.
That night, we were going to my Nanny W's in Gaithersburg for my mom's birthday party. We got in my car to leave the house, drove for a few miles, and I said "so I have something to show you..." I pulled out the stick and gave it to him. Of course, he had no idea what it meant by looking at it, but he knew what was going on. The ride to my grandmother's was quiet and akward. I don't think either of us were expecting it to happen so fast!
So a week or so goes by, we'd been to Indiana for his brother's wedding... came home, celebrated Mother's Day and got back to the swing of things. We called and told our parents and my grandparents May 11th or so.
I went to see the Nurse on May 18th, but nothing exciting happened there. I knew I had to wait till June 29th to have an exam and an ultrasound, so it was a lot of nausea and exhaustion and waiting for the rest of May and almost all of June.
Finally, Monday, June 29th came (two days ago) and I woke up a nervous wreck with butterflies and almost wanting to puke. The morning sickness had been gone for a few days, but suddenly drifted back into my life starting that morning. Jonathan took a half day so he could go with me. We arrived at 2:45 and didn't have to wait too long.
The nurse weighed me... 135.3 lbs. Just about one pound more than when this whole thing started. The doctor came in, did my exam (while poor Jonathan had to sit by and witness) and then used the doppler to find the heartbeat. There it was! Loud and clear and thumping away. I was soooo relieved. I was told to get dressed so we could get over to the ultrasound room.
We sat in the chairs, got the screen ready, and as soon as the wand touched my belly with that cold gel, all the relief vanished and I was overcome with dizziness and fear. There were not just one, but TWO beating hearts on that monitor. Jonathan and I saw them with our own eyes. The ultrasound didn't last very long, but the doctor has ordered for us to go for a "diagnostic" ultrasound next Wednesday because I have twins growing inside me.
We talked with the doctor in his office for a few more minutes, but basically I don't remember that conversation.
Now that two days have passed, our family and friends have heard the news, and I'm not so dazed anymore, things are starting to become clear to me. We have a lot to do, a lot to plan for... but we're both so excited. Overwhelmed and scared, but excited and happy. We know that this is going to be the scariest, hardest thing either of us has ever done... but we both know we can do it. Thankfully, we have a supportive family and we have each other.
Now I just need to get through my personal feelings about this, make it right with myself, pray about it... and we'll be good.
My belly at 12 weeks:
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