The Beginning of a Journey

I miss blogging.  I miss being able to sit down and type out the things flowing through my brain, though honestly at this point there isn't a whole lot floating through my brain that makes a whole lot of sense.  I haven't been as active lately because honestly I haven't been too sure about what I should be writing about.  I have been struggling with the idea of having a "pregnancy blog" because most of you are either not interested in hearing about the day to day life of a pregnant ginger and the rest of you have lived through it yourselves and are all in the know.  

So what do I do?  I can't write about working out if I'm not working out yet, thank you 24 hour dizziness, and I don't want to bore everyone with writing about baby this and baby that... trust me, I know, even I get tired of, "and on this day my baby is .33cm bigger!!"  However there are several of you out there that I'm not able to see or talk to very often who would like to know whats going on in our lives so I'm going to use this forum, my forum, to chronicle my ups and downs, ask questions of those of you in the know (hopefully getting some answers), and basically share my journey with you.

This whole thing started April 16, 2012.  That is the day I went to see my OB/GYN who told me, "Everything looks great!  All you need to do now is get pregnant."  WHAT??  For a split second I thought there was some sort of conspiracy going on between my mother, supervisor, doctor, pinterest, and facebook.  (I have not yet ruled this possibility out either.)  Everything for weeks had been baby, baby, baby, baby.  Baby furniture, baby clothes, baby books, etc. etc.  Everywhere I looked there was a baby belly staring at me from across the room.  No pressure at all...none...my life was strictly baby pressure free.  However, the good doctor got me to thinking.  

First thought: I'm getting OLD!  To most of you 26 isn't old but for me this is the oldest I have ever been and considering that I am the oldest female in four generations of my mother's side of the family to have children... that pretty much makes me ancient.   

Second thought: Conceiving could take a long time due to the problems I've had in the past... not to mention I'm working with only half the equipment most women have which could put a damper on things... 

Third thought: Babies...sigh

So what did I do before I left the doctor's office?  I might have asked..."Not that I am trying, but if I were to try what should I do?"  Boy did I get an answer... this guy really wanted me to get pregnant!  I was informed about how to use predictor kits, given a prescription to get my hubby tested, and told to take prenatals for good measure.   

As you can imagine I had more than a little to think about on my drive to Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries with my husband.  Why I felt the need to talk about this while walking around the produce section I don't know but that is exactly what I did.  The problem with this is that when I have nervous energy I can't stand not moving around and need to walk and talk... my poor husband however has a problem walking and discussing important subjects.  We did a lot of stop and go talking around Wal-Mart that day.  Finally that night we decided that we would start trying to conceive in May.  I bought a predictor kit to start using in May and we were prepared for this taking several months to a year if not longer due to my past problems.  Am I ever so glad we had this discussion!

On the 24th of April we were at my in-laws house visiting when I started getting nauseated on the swing.  I merely assumed that it was from not eating and the motion so I stole, I mean borrowed of course, some TUMS from my sister-in-law (thanks Sarah I owe you some more) and seemed to be fine, but something kept nagging me in the back of my head.  I informed Kennith as we were leaving their house that night that I wanted to stop by Walgreen's to pick up a few things.  One of which was a box of pregnancy tests.  I didn't for one second think they would be positive but I figure it would be good practice for May.  

Wednesday morning I woke up did the test and got in the shower.  Some time later I got out of the shower and almost just through the test away without looking at it because I was so sure it would be negative.  I swear you could have knocked me over with anything from a feather to a bulldozer when I looked down and it said PREGNANT.

"Huh?  No Way... We haven't even tried... I haven't used the predictor kit... this was supposed to take a year...I've had alcohol this month...Nope... there's no way!  Time for the back up test."

"Holy Crap!  I'm...uh...I suppose this means...guess I won't need the predictor kit next month."

I was a little freaked out.  I went to the doctor right away because I was not about to spring this news on my husband without some type of confirmation.  The doctor and nurse laughed at me because Kennith and I always go to the doctor together.  This time I was alone however and after one more test to confirm it was, "Congratulations!"  Huh - This means I was pregnant before my doctor told me to get pregnant.  Guess I'm just a natural "One-Upper."

I took the rest of the day off and ran to Carter's to try and find some cute onesie's to give to Kennith to inform him he would be a father.  I found some but ended up just putting the two pregnancy tests in a gift bag and making his supervisor send him outside to tell him.  He of course thought someone had been in an accident and by the time I gave him the bag he already asked me if I was pregnant.  (Punk!  Can't just look in the bag and be surprised... gotta know everything ahead of time!)  I was (and honestly still am) processing but he seemed to be doing a much better job of it.  

After that I left and tried to spread the word to those who I knew would kill me if they weren't in the first to know bunch.  It was really exciting and everyone seemed genuinely happy for us.  That night we had dinner with his family and I started feeling pretty achy on my left side.  I started to worry and by the time I got home I was spotting.  Talk about freaked out and upset.  Thanks to my mother-in-law for coming over and trying to calm me down because I just knew the world was done for.  

Thank goodness things seem to be doing much better.  I have been to the doctor several times and have gotten nothing but good reports.  My numbers are getting higher and higher and the doctor feels good about the progress.  I'm still a little wary and like I mentioned before I am holding my breath for May 17 and June 17 hoping to make it into the 2nd Trimester.  

I still have a hard time believing what is going on though the hormones definitely don't want me to doubt what is happening.  Exhaustion like I have never known (which is saying something for me), wanting to eat every piece of food within 1000miles (except fruit... still working on that), dizzy every minute of ever day, nausea in the afternoons, and good Lord do NOT get me started on the pain going on in the upper region of my body!  I'm telling you chopping them off would be less painful!  Oh and if you thought I was crabby before?  Regular crabby Sarah has NOTHING on pregnant Godzilla Crabby Sarah.  I'm either crabby to the umpteenth power or I'm crying over stupid stuff like the series finale of In Plain Sight (I'm really ticked they ended the show by the way).  Not to mention I just read that things will probably get worse over the next few weeks... JOY.  

Okay done with the symptoms (for now) I'll put up with what I need to...I do miss working out and hope to get started on that pretty soon.  My Yoga DVD came in yesterday and my very loving husband told me in a very stern tone of voice (which I didn't think was possible for my husband" that I could do that but that he didn't want me doing P90X.  LOL - He is so cute!

Now you know the beginning.  As in all things, this is a journey, and it is everything between the beginning and the end that truly matter.  We are due January 6, 2013 and cannot wait to meet our son (I say this because I want a boy while everyone else "knows" its going to be a girl.  I am holding out for Team Blue!)  I'm going to need all the help and wisdom I can get so feel free to send it my way!  

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