I still have yet to have many symptoms, which is perfectly OK with me. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings if I could bypass morning sickness, and any of the other yucky feelings. I’m very sleepy today. I guess there’s one symptom that’s hitting me.
My first prenatal appointment is scheduled for February 17 at 1:30pm. At least now I have something to look toward. Its 3 weeks away. It seems like a long time, but I’m sure it will go by faster than we think. I was kind of hoping to have it before we announce our news, but we want to tell them in person, and like the idea of doing it around Valentines Day. At least it’s close to that weekend.
Someone from the doctor’s office will be contacting the insurance company, and we’ll soon find out what they will cover and what they won’t. Hopefully, they’ll cover all or most of it. Either way, we will find a way to manage. We don’t have a choice, after all. Besides, we know that God decided it was time, so He will provide. I’m sure of that.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Strange feelings and Impatience
Pregnancy is a little strange. I am nearing the end of my fourth week of pregnancy, even though I have only known I was pregnant for a few days. At week 5, the baby (still an embryo at this point) is about the size of a sesame seed. That sounds very embryo-like, doesn’t it? Also at week 5, the heart begins to beat. Now, that doesn’t sound like an embryo. No, that sounds like a baby! The beginnings of a person, a new HUMAN BEING, are currently residing in my body. Strange.
As soon as I got a positive test on Monday, I called the OB. It sounded like a logical first step. My first question to Dean was, what do we do now? Calling the doctor seemed like a good move. The nurse asked me the date of my last cycle, gave me a few guidelines, and said she had to get the doctor to approve and then the doctor would see me at 8-10 weeks.
I am still waiting to hear back and it is driving me crazy. I left a message yesterday. I hope I’m not too overbearing over the next several months, but this is all very new to me. I think I would feel better if I could schedule an appointment, and have something to look forward to, a goal of sorts.
I have a feeling God is going to teach me patience in the next several months. I don’t want to learn patience. I want to just have it!
As soon as I got a positive test on Monday, I called the OB. It sounded like a logical first step. My first question to Dean was, what do we do now? Calling the doctor seemed like a good move. The nurse asked me the date of my last cycle, gave me a few guidelines, and said she had to get the doctor to approve and then the doctor would see me at 8-10 weeks.
I am still waiting to hear back and it is driving me crazy. I left a message yesterday. I hope I’m not too overbearing over the next several months, but this is all very new to me. I think I would feel better if I could schedule an appointment, and have something to look forward to, a goal of sorts.
I have a feeling God is going to teach me patience in the next several months. I don’t want to learn patience. I want to just have it!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Expectations
I really thought that when the time came for us to find out we were pregnant; I would be excited, but a little apprehensive about things. I thought I would worry about jobs and money. I would have thought I’d worry about having a baby while living in a 600 sq ft building (although we’re not in it yet, we should be by then).
What I’m actually feeling, is peace. I haven’t worried about all of those things. I know God is in control. I know this is His timing. I’m just completely at peace. I told Dean that today, and he agreed. It’s going to be a wild ride, but it’s completely in God’s hands. I’m excited to see how He works in this. I’m excited for Him to use me to bring glory to Himself.
What I’m actually feeling, is peace. I haven’t worried about all of those things. I know God is in control. I know this is His timing. I’m just completely at peace. I told Dean that today, and he agreed. It’s going to be a wild ride, but it’s completely in God’s hands. I’m excited to see how He works in this. I’m excited for Him to use me to bring glory to Himself.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Starting To Sink In...A Little
Having such a huge piece of news, and not telling anyone is kind of strange. The doctor won’t see me until I’m at least 8 weeks. We are thinking about telling people, starting with parents, of course, around Valentine’s Day. That will be about 8 weeks so I’m hoping for an appointment the Friday before.
Right now, the plan is to give the parents a little box, with cute scrapbook paper inside that says, “Expected to arrive…Sept. 25” or “ETA: Sept. 25” or something like that. In the meantime, I am doing my best not to slip and give anything away.
It’s starting to feel a little more real. I’m trying not to plan too much just yet, though. The biggest chance of miscarriage is 4-6 weeks. Thinking of all the possibilities is fun. Thinking about the weird pregnancy symptoms or labor and delivery is pretty freaky.
I was reading about how it all happens yesterday, and how the egg gets fertilized and starts to divide, and about the 3rd week, forms a ball of cells (called a blastocyst) resembling a tiny little raspberry. We are now past this point, but the little blessing has nonetheless been dubbed “our little raspberry.”
Right now, the plan is to give the parents a little box, with cute scrapbook paper inside that says, “Expected to arrive…Sept. 25” or “ETA: Sept. 25” or something like that. In the meantime, I am doing my best not to slip and give anything away.
It’s starting to feel a little more real. I’m trying not to plan too much just yet, though. The biggest chance of miscarriage is 4-6 weeks. Thinking of all the possibilities is fun. Thinking about the weird pregnancy symptoms or labor and delivery is pretty freaky.
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Beginning
Last Tuesday, I left work at noon with a headache and nausea. I figured it was a migraine like I sometimes get, and fully expected to go home and try to sleep it off. Well, sleep as much as I could between trips to hang over the toilet. That is the normal routine for me when I get a migraine.
I was surprised to have it turn out differently. The nausea went away before I even got out of Norman. The tricky part proved to be staying awake the remaining 20 minutes of the drive home. Once I got home, I went directly to bed and slept for 4 ½ to 5 hours. Surprisingly, I felt much better when I woke up. Weird! But, good.
Since we felt the Lord leading us to stop taking birth control in October, we knew what the possibility was. The next morning, I took a pregnancy test and it was negative. We weren’t really surprised. We figured it was a low chance, anyway.
On Saturday, I was supposed to “start.” When “Aunt Flo” didn’t show, even though the past couple months had been like clockwork, we still didn’t think much of it. Now, here’s the weird part. About the time of the headache, Misti (my SIL) dreamed I was pregnant and asked if I was. When Jay (my BIL) heard about the headache episode, he asked too. Saturday, Misti asked if I was sure, because she had dreamed it again. I told her no, because I was due to start that day and had already tested a few days prior.
On Sunday, Pastor Ed’s sermon was over family and Dean got a forwarded text message from his cousin about good things to come, like marriage, new baby, new job, etc.
When I still hadn’t started by Monday morning, Dean and I decided to test again. Just in case. POSITIVE. What? Yep, it’s true. Our lives are about to change drastically.
In speaking to the nurse at the OB/GYN office, I’ve learned that they start counting from the start of your last period. That puts my due date September 25, 2010. Another example of Gods timing, Christy W. texted me as I was writing this. She said hello, she missed me, and asked if there was anything she could pray for me. Is there ever!
Dean and I are both excited, and a little freaked out. It is such a comfort to know God is in control and that His timing is perfect. It’s a comfort to know I have such an amazing man whom I call husband and best friend, to embark on this journey with me. With my God, and my hubby, this will be just fine…even if my belly button pops out like a turkey thermometer and my feet grow a size bigger.
I was surprised to have it turn out differently. The nausea went away before I even got out of Norman. The tricky part proved to be staying awake the remaining 20 minutes of the drive home. Once I got home, I went directly to bed and slept for 4 ½ to 5 hours. Surprisingly, I felt much better when I woke up. Weird! But, good.
Since we felt the Lord leading us to stop taking birth control in October, we knew what the possibility was. The next morning, I took a pregnancy test and it was negative. We weren’t really surprised. We figured it was a low chance, anyway.
On Saturday, I was supposed to “start.” When “Aunt Flo” didn’t show, even though the past couple months had been like clockwork, we still didn’t think much of it. Now, here’s the weird part. About the time of the headache, Misti (my SIL) dreamed I was pregnant and asked if I was. When Jay (my BIL) heard about the headache episode, he asked too. Saturday, Misti asked if I was sure, because she had dreamed it again. I told her no, because I was due to start that day and had already tested a few days prior.
On Sunday, Pastor Ed’s sermon was over family and Dean got a forwarded text message from his cousin about good things to come, like marriage, new baby, new job, etc.
When I still hadn’t started by Monday morning, Dean and I decided to test again. Just in case. POSITIVE. What? Yep, it’s true. Our lives are about to change drastically.
In speaking to the nurse at the OB/GYN office, I’ve learned that they start counting from the start of your last period. That puts my due date September 25, 2010. Another example of Gods timing, Christy W. texted me as I was writing this. She said hello, she missed me, and asked if there was anything she could pray for me. Is there ever!
Dean and I are both excited, and a little freaked out. It is such a comfort to know God is in control and that His timing is perfect. It’s a comfort to know I have such an amazing man whom I call husband and best friend, to embark on this journey with me. With my God, and my hubby, this will be just fine…even if my belly button pops out like a turkey thermometer and my feet grow a size bigger.
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