Saturday, February 28, 2009
A sisty!
I wanted to find out the sex and Tim was on the fence but leaning towards keeping it a surprise. Harrison did not care which we decided. He had already decided he was having a "sisty" and let us know with all the determination of a Guatemalan toddler that would hear nothing about brothers! It was his determination that tipped the scales in my favor and we found out the sex. We were really going to have to prepare him if the little one inside of me had boy parts. The sonogram confirmed what Harrison knew all along, he is having a sisty!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Our Story
Last February I walked out of a fertility clinic knowing I would not return. They hadn't done anything for me. I hadn't let them get that far. Individually, it was unlikely either Tim or I would be able to conceive. Together, it would take major medical intervention just to give us less than a 10% shot. I knew in my heart in those moments, that were life ever to be placed in my womb, it would be solely by the hand of the Almighty, not the plans of men. To Him only would go the glory. And I knew that He might never choose to do so, and even then to Him would be the glory.
And I put the matter out of my head. I had my closure. I would not strive.
So in early November, I was rearranging furniture and later that night, my back began to ache. Motrin, heating pads, rest, no relief. After a few days I began to wonder what was going on... muscle aches all over. Until one afternoon in the Ikea Cafe, I could not stand up. My body was paralized with pain. I was blessed to have my mom with me, to help me to the car and to corral Harrison. She had recently started working at an OBGyn office and gingerly brought up the topic of ectopic pregnancies.
Are you late?
I am always late.
By how long?
A couple of weeks, I guess.
Have you taken a test?
No, I don't waste my money on those silly things anymore.
Stop the car at Target, I will buy the test.
Yawn.
I came home and took the test. One line meant I was not pregnant. Two lines meant I was. I had one very clear line and one if you look real close you can see a line kind of line. Tim was driving home from work so I called him to tell him that I thought I had a positive pregnancy test. His response: You probably took it wrong, take another one. I tried to put the matter out of my head until he got home. I took another just before bed and the result was worse... one very clear line and one if you look really, really close you can see a line kind of line.
I scheduled a blood test the next day and my mother-in-law took me to the appointment. I took the last of my home tests just before I left. Same result. The results for the blood test would take 24 hours and that was just too long for my dear mother-in-law to wait. We ran to the drug store after my appointment and she bought a three pack of the fancy digital tests that pop up with the word "PREGNANT" if it's positive. As soon as we got in the door, she insisted I take one of the fancy tests. I did and it was instantly positive. Her response: It was supposed to take 3 minutes, maybe it was defective. Take another!
At this point I knew I was pregnant, but Tim, my mother and mother-in-law would not believe anything until they we got the blood test results. The day the results came in I was still in a lot of back pain, so the doctor asked me to come in for a sonogram to rule out the possibility of an ectopic pregnancy. Of course all was well. I watched her tiny heart beating inside me and received a back and white photo of a teeny tiny little bean in my belly to show all those in doubt.
I am now 21 1/2 weeks pregnant. Tim and I were married on July 3, 1999. Three days later, Tim and I decided that contraception was not for us and we would let God decide when we would have children. Exactly 10 years later, on July 6, 2009, our baby is due!
And I put the matter out of my head. I had my closure. I would not strive.
So in early November, I was rearranging furniture and later that night, my back began to ache. Motrin, heating pads, rest, no relief. After a few days I began to wonder what was going on... muscle aches all over. Until one afternoon in the Ikea Cafe, I could not stand up. My body was paralized with pain. I was blessed to have my mom with me, to help me to the car and to corral Harrison. She had recently started working at an OBGyn office and gingerly brought up the topic of ectopic pregnancies.
Are you late?
I am always late.
By how long?
A couple of weeks, I guess.
Have you taken a test?
No, I don't waste my money on those silly things anymore.
Stop the car at Target, I will buy the test.
Yawn.
I came home and took the test. One line meant I was not pregnant. Two lines meant I was. I had one very clear line and one if you look real close you can see a line kind of line. Tim was driving home from work so I called him to tell him that I thought I had a positive pregnancy test. His response: You probably took it wrong, take another one. I tried to put the matter out of my head until he got home. I took another just before bed and the result was worse... one very clear line and one if you look really, really close you can see a line kind of line.
I scheduled a blood test the next day and my mother-in-law took me to the appointment. I took the last of my home tests just before I left. Same result. The results for the blood test would take 24 hours and that was just too long for my dear mother-in-law to wait. We ran to the drug store after my appointment and she bought a three pack of the fancy digital tests that pop up with the word "PREGNANT" if it's positive. As soon as we got in the door, she insisted I take one of the fancy tests. I did and it was instantly positive. Her response: It was supposed to take 3 minutes, maybe it was defective. Take another!
At this point I knew I was pregnant, but Tim, my mother and mother-in-law would not believe anything until they we got the blood test results. The day the results came in I was still in a lot of back pain, so the doctor asked me to come in for a sonogram to rule out the possibility of an ectopic pregnancy. Of course all was well. I watched her tiny heart beating inside me and received a back and white photo of a teeny tiny little bean in my belly to show all those in doubt.
I am now 21 1/2 weeks pregnant. Tim and I were married on July 3, 1999. Three days later, Tim and I decided that contraception was not for us and we would let God decide when we would have children. Exactly 10 years later, on July 6, 2009, our baby is due!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Back to Blogging
I am going to try my hand at blogging again. I really haven't been faithful with it since I became a mom, and FaceBook has been just so easy for quick updates and keeping in touch. But I do enjoy blogging, so I keep coming back.
I am also coming back to Blogger. Nothing against my .mac site. I still love my mac, and the site was fun and very easy to play with, but it was not free. I received it as a gift for a year and the year will be over next month. So back to free Blogger I come!
The last time I posted I announced our pregnancy. And then never posted again. Never gave any details or even said how far along I was. How frustrating! But I have a good excuse. I could barely get my head out of the toilet long enough to say hi to my husband, much less sit and think and type. Morning, noon and night sickness got the better of me until a few weeks ago. I still have good days and bad days, but the good days are outnumbering the bad and I finally feel like a functional member of society again. So my first post will the story of how we found out...
I am also coming back to Blogger. Nothing against my .mac site. I still love my mac, and the site was fun and very easy to play with, but it was not free. I received it as a gift for a year and the year will be over next month. So back to free Blogger I come!
The last time I posted I announced our pregnancy. And then never posted again. Never gave any details or even said how far along I was. How frustrating! But I have a good excuse. I could barely get my head out of the toilet long enough to say hi to my husband, much less sit and think and type. Morning, noon and night sickness got the better of me until a few weeks ago. I still have good days and bad days, but the good days are outnumbering the bad and I finally feel like a functional member of society again. So my first post will the story of how we found out...
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