We found out we were pregnant on October 20th, 2006. I'd been getting really stressed out over silly things, and had no idea why. I had an infection that I needed to see the doctor about, so I figured I'd have him do a pregnancy test while I was there, just to rule that out. We had just come off the birth control patch, and I was still waiting for my period to start. I was about nine days late, but not worried. I knew things could be a little weird, just coming off birth control. It was a Friday when I was going to the doctor. I was curious, and we had a couple home pregnancy tests from a previous suspected pregnancy. So I took the test, and it came back within 30 seconds: positive. I wasn't sure that I'd done it right, but I called my mom anyway. She was ecstatic. My poor husband had a horrible headache, so he just looked at the test and laid back down. I went to my appointment, and naturally, my blood pressure was up, I was SO nervous. My doctor congratulated me on the home positive test, and prescribed some pregnancy-safe drugs for my infection. Then he sent me to the lab for a blood test to confirm my pregnancy test. I didn't get to the lab until 2:30, and they close at 4:30. My doctor said he'd order the test stat, but it was no guarantee. I was told to call back at 4:20 to see if they'd gotten the results back yet.
So I went home and told my husband. I called my mom on the way, and told her not to get too excited until it was confirmed. Bryan was still in pain, and laid around most of the afternoon. I called the office, and kept not getting through. I was afraid I was going to have to wait until Monday anyway. I finally got through, and the receptionist had to find a doctor to tell me the results. So this lady doctor I've never met got on the phone and told me it was positive. I shook Bryan's shoulder, "We're pregnant!!!" The doctor said congratulations, and told me to call and make an appointment with Women's Health. I had to wait to call my mom until at least 5:00pm, because she got off work at 4:30, and would be on her way home. So I called my best friend Christy. She said exactly what I thought she would: I'm happy for you, but I'm also jealous. She's been with her boyfriend for nearly four years. They were engaged at one point, but that got called off. They are living together, but no more committed than boyfriend and girlfriend. He's afraid of commitment. So she's watching her best friends get married and now start families, and she's stuck at the girlfriend phase. Anyway, we talked for a little bit, but I was too happy to let her rain on my parade. So I got off the phone and called my mom. She had already been grinning from ear to ear. The confirmation just totally made her day. She'd already told my grandma, her mom. Bryan started making his phone calls. He got a little more excited with each person he told. It took his mom a few minutes to digest the news and fully realize what he was trying to tell her. But she got all excited when she finally realized she was going to be a grandma.
Over the next week, I called as many of my family members as I could get numbers for. I tried not to let this news just get around through the grapevine. I got asked a lot of questions, and heard lots of advice on what to do and not to do for morning sickness, stretch marks, and plenty of other pregnancy-related things. I also managed to get my father on the phone. He and I hadn't communicated in over a year and a half. I got an email from him on January 9th, 2005 saying he wanted nothing more to do with me or my brother, since the only thing we ever seemed to contact him about was needing money. Then I didn't hear from him again until this past June, when I got an email saying he'd sent me an email on my birthday, but had apparently sent it to the wrong address. He got my current email address from his parents. I emailed him back, but never heard anything. I left messages at home and on his cell, but wouldn't tell him why I was calling. He called my house back, and we talked for an hour and a half. He seemed genuinely happy to hear that he was going to be a grandpa, and admitted that it felt a little strange.
My poor grandma, my mom's mom, feels really old now. She says she's too young to be a great-grandma. I told her she's not old, we all just had our kids young, in our early twenties.
Anyway, I called Women's Health the next week. They told me I was six weeks along, and due June 13th, 2007. That's what they call the LMP date, calculated from the first day of my last menstrual period. That's two weeks from the actual conception date. It's really strange to think that my baby's only a month old, but yet I'm six weeks along.
We're hoping for a boy first, so he can be a big brother when the next one comes. But if it's a girl, that's no problem either. If it's a boy, we're thinking of naming him Thomas Jennings, T.J. for short. Thomas is Bryan's middle name, and Jennings is his dad's first name. Bryan is also Jennings' middle name. I thought that was where his parents got the idea for my husband's name. So that's where I came up with the name, but it turned out that wasn't true. He was named after someone they knew with the last name of Bryant. But Bryan still really likes the name. So it's still a consideration.
If it's a girl, her name will be Aurora. We're still working on a middle name. I had Aurora Rose in mind, but Bryan thought saying her name would be a tongue twister. So we're looking for a different middle name that might not be so hard to say. We're trying to stick with the initials ARL, since those are my initials, but I don't mind if we have to deviate from that to find one we agree upon.
About a week after we found out, I started feeling nausea. I can deal with any pain my body throws at me, I can deal with cramping, gas, bloating, and reflux. I HATE feeling nauseous. My neighbor told me about Preggy Pops, sold at Babies-R-Us. We went to get some, and found the drops instead. They helped some, but they cut up my mouth. So I resorted to different candies. It helped for the most part. I also started waking up around 4:30 in the morning, hungry. I tried to ignore it, but I ended up not being able to. So I had to get up and go eat something. I'm still doing that, two weeks after finding out we were pregnant. I'm hungry nearly all the time, so I'm eating smaller meals at least every four hours. I do my best to eat healthy. I eat lots of fruit, some cracker type munchies. I find myself not wanting most regular entree type foods, but I can eat pasta and vegetables and stuff. I'm on prenatal vitamins now, so I'm hoping that will help compensate for any vitamins I'm missing out on. Unfortunately, fast food seems to be quite appealing, though I'm trying to stay away from it as much as possible.
The infection I had gone to the doctor for back in October came back this week. So I scheduled a doctor's appointment to get it checked out. It was a vaginal infection, and that would prevent me from having a vaginal birth if it's present at labor. So I wanted to get it taken care of now. He did a pelvic exam (Yay...) and mentioned that there was some bleeding. He said it was a yeast infection instead of what I had originally thought it was. But then he wanted to discuss the bleeding. He said it could be caused by the infection, but it could also be signs of early miscarriage. Yeah, he said the M-word. The word no pregnant woman who wants to be pregnant ever wants to hear. He said to watch out for pelvic pain, abdominal cramps, and fever. If I have any of those symptoms, I am to go immediately to Urgent Care. He said other than the bleeding, everything looked good. But he was concerned. So I got dressed, left the clinic, walked to my truck, and called my mom. I was in shock. After I told her about the M-word, I started crying. I was honestly convinced that the bleeding was from the infection, but he still scared the crap out of me. I've had bleeding from vaginal infections before, worse than it was today. I was just really really scared. I called Bryan just to tell him I was coming home. I didn't tell him anything else. I needed to be able to drive. So I went home. I walked in the door, sat on the couch, and started bawling. Bryan rushes over, puts his arms around me, asking what's wrong. I told him, "He said the M-word..." "No..." I explained about the infection, and what I thought it was, but that I wanted to be on the safe side. So I took my mom's advice. She suggested I go on bedrest for a couple of days, elevate my feet, and do no lifting. So that's what I'm doing for now. Lots of TV, and I'm writing this on my laptop. I'm laying on the couch with pillows under my legs, trying to stay calm. I haven't told anyone else besides my mom and Bryan yet, no need to unnecessarily worry anyone until we're sure there's something to worry about.
Anyway, so today's been pretty scary. I need to go now, I'm overheating. I need to get the laptop off my lap, and eat, since it's been a little over four hours, and I'm starting to feel hungry. My husband just got me a granola bar. Talk to you later!!!
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