Have you ever waited so long to eat in the morning that you make yourself sick? Well I sure have. It has happened to me ever since I was little. If I waited too long to eat then I would end up feeling like throwing up and occasionally actually do.
The reason I bring this up is because on January 14th, I did just that. I woke up pretty early for a Saturday and since Shawn was still sleeping, I stayed in bed and messed around on my laptop. After two hours I realized I had waited too long. I started to feel the nausea lump make its way up my throat. I pretty much flew out of bed and ran into the kitchen to shove my face full of food.
Normally this works, the nausea feeling subsides and I’m good to go. This time it decided that it was going to stay. I went through the whole day feeling sick to my stomach. That didn’t stop Shawn and I though, we went to Home Depot and spent the rest of our gift card. We bought a ceiling fan, corner shelves, and a fire pit! We had so much fun looking at everything. But during our trip at Home Depot I begin to wonder, why hasn’t the nausea stopped? I kept telling myself that I had just waited to long to eat. However in the back of my mind, the word PREGNANT kept popping up.
I somewhat mentioned this idea to Shawn and he dismissed it and said, “I think you are just hungry for lunch, where would you like to go?” We went to Paradise Bakery (man I love that place) and enjoyed a nice lunch. Stuffed to the max, I left feeling less nauseous, but more uncomfortable now that my stomach felt like it was going to explode. Visiting my Grandma was next on my list and I proceeded to tell her that I had waited to long to eat this morning and wasn’t feeling good.
We finally went home and Shawn started working on the corner shelves. He cracks me up when he is being a handyman with his little tool belt on. Anyways, I laid on the couch watching him and kept telling him that I should take a pregnancy test. He kept telling me that I was only one day late and to be patient because I’m not pregnant. He was worried that I was starting to imagine it and told me he didn’t want me to be disappointed when it turned out that I wasn’t pregnant. I agreed with him and continually tried to stop myself from considering the possibility that I could be pregnant.
A few hours later, I finally told Shawn I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him that it was driving me nuts and I needed to know one way or the other. He agreed with me so we headed to Walmart and also Panda Express for dinner. (We probably eat out way too much when we both have the day off.) Now Panda has been a good place for Shawn and I. The fortune cookies always seem to hit home with us. We received the answer to whether or not we should get married. Shawn’s cookie read “Yes, do it with confidence.” And hopefully one day all of Shawn’s fortunes about becoming rich will also come true. Well our fortunes, on this night, said the following. Shawn’s said, “The road will be difficult but rewarding” and mine said, “Your dreams will become reality.” As soon as we both read ours we laughed.
I wasn’t able to take the test till about eleven o’clock at night. I went into the bathroom (alone of course) and took the test. I waited for the results to become clear. After opening the door leading to the hall Shawn walked passed and looked at me. “Shawn, I’m pregnant.” That’s all I could get out before I started crying. I still am not sure if I was crying because I was excited, not feeling good, or if it was because I was freaked out. Shawn looked at me with a blank stare and asked to see the test. I showed it to him and he said, “but one of the lines looks faded.” Pointing to the part of the instructions that said even if one of the lines appears light, if it appears at all, you are pregnant.
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| Two, just to be positive :) |
Reality then came to Shawn too. We both sat down on the side of the bed in shock. We had been convincing ourselves all day that we couldn’t possibly be pregnant and now knowing we are was a little hard to take in. It only took until we turned the lights off and got in bed for us to start talking about everything. We talked about what this meant, when to tell people, how to tell people, possible names, and everything in between. It was a lot and until Shawn finally passed out, we didn’t stop talking. I however, couldn’t fall asleep. I went down stairs and watched a movie until I passed out around three in the morning.
I dreamt all night that people kept handing me their babies and I didn’t know what to do with them. It wasn’t a very restful night sleep. I woke Shawn up at about eight thirty and asked him if I could call my family. When we talked about when to tell people I told him I wanted to tell my family right away. I wanted them to know, even if there was a possibility of miscarrying. Shawn agreed that I could tell my immediate family and Noelle. Shawn decided he wanted to wait to tell his family till the first trimester was over (that didn’t happen). So I respected his wishes and told my family not to tell anyone else until we told Shawn’s family just incase it somehow got back to them.
Our first appointment was on Thursday Feb 9th and it seemed like it took forever to get here. I didn’t even have to wait a month before going it, but it felt like I waited forever. I was so nervous for the appointment. The ultrasound was amazing!!! When she pointed to the little heart that was beating, a tear ran down my cheek. There is actually another living beating thing inside of me. This is so exciting!!! Plus the ultrasound lady gave us a statistic that made mine and Shawn’s worries of miscarrying a little lower. She said that you have a 20% chance of miscarrying, but as soon as they see the heartbeat it decreases to 2%. How is that for comfort?!?! And that statistic right there is the reason everyone knows now that we are expecting a baby in September.
That Sunday we told Shawn’s family. They are all pretty excited about us having a baby. And I will say so am I! Of course I’m scared to be a parent, but my excitement is trumping that fear.
I had my second appointment on Wednesday March 7th. Shawn wasn't able to go with me so my mom tagged along. This appointment I was supposed to be able to hear the heart beat. The nurse walked in and told me that she was going to check for the heart beat and not to worry if they couldn't get it. She said I'm still early enough along that we might not hear it. And not much to our surprise, she was correct. She said all of the appointments they have had today, all of them couldn't hear the heart and had to have an ultrasound done so they are backed up. They finally came and got us twenty or so minutes later to go into the ultrasound room. It also so happened that the doctor had to run down stairs to deliver another baby so we were asked to wait.
By the way, I love my doctor. He is very nice and funny. He was telling my mom and I about a dream that he had the night before. And his gestures were cracking me up. As I laid there on the bed waiting for an ultrasound, I told him about my dream. I told him I was nervous because I had a dream that they told me the reason I wasn't showing was because the baby isn't growing. As he was moving the instrument around he said well that isn't the case. I lift my head up to see the screen. "Mom look, there is the head! Its also kicking!" The doc pointed to the heart beat and said their it is. I wanted to cry but was able to handle my emotions.
It was a great experience to see little Sloanie kicking inside of me. I love it, just can't wait to actually feel it.
Until next time...
