When a group of females work together, for some strange reason, they always end up on the same “cycle.” That was the case when I worked at SarahCare. Gina, Anna, and I would start that wonderful thing within a day or two of each other…well, until January of 2011. Everyone did but me. Immediately, Gina said, “You’re pregnant.” I'd tell her, “No…i think you’re wrong. I can definitely tell it will be here soon.” I’m pretty sure this battling back and forth went on for a good 3 weeks before I finally decided that she may be right.
Matt and I had just finished watching a Steelers vs Ravens playoff game on a Saturday night. I had been delaying “going to the bathroom” the entire game by using excuses like, “When the game is over I’ll go,” or “I really don’t have to go.” When the game ended, so did my excuses. I went. “Is that really a second line or are my eyes making a second line? “But that line is really faint.” Not being 100% sure, I nervously yelled for Matt. After he checked it out, he also saw the second faint line. The next morning, we went to Wal-Mart to pick up another test…you know, just to make sure. Sure enough, it confirmed what the first one had, that I was “pregnant.”
Matt and I decided that we would wait until I went to the doctor before we told anyone. The earliest appointment I could get was a week and a half away! Anyone who knows Matt and I really well, knows exactly how hard it is for us to keep a secret. (Especially something really exciting…like...umm...waiting to open Christmas presents ON Christmas day.) We did somehow manage to get through Monday. I seriously sat in my office, keeping myself extremely busy, to avoid Gina, Anna, and my boss, Kelly. I knew at any given moment I would blurt it out. (The RN, Becky, that had just recently started, asked me that morning if my husband and I ever wanted kids…I simply stated, “One day.” : ) ) A whole day of holding it in likewas enough! We wanted our parents to be the first to know. That evening we caved in. We called our parents and our siblings, and told them the “unofficial” news. Thankfully, on Tuesday, I didn't have to sit in my office all day, avoiding everyone. : )
A week and a half later, I had my first OB appointment. Typically, at your first visit they take a pregnancy test, right? Well, apparently not. They simply took my word for it, I guess. Basically, the nurse took a ton of information, gave us some nice pamphlets, books, and magazines, and then sent us on our way over to the lab for blood work. “Ok, so they’ll tell me from the blood work then?” With this being my first time, I didn’t know what to expect or how they did things. It wasn’t until a week later at our following appointment that it became “official.” (And then it was only because I asked the nurse if I needed to take a pregnancy test.) : )
Soon after we found out I was pregnant (I would have been about 8 weeks along)I could definitely tell I was pregnant. That wonderful morning/afternoon/evening sickness started to set in; I had thrown up (just once, thankfully!); I’d be out like a light by 6:30pm; and taking naps on the weekends (sometimes all day Saturday and Sunday) started to be the greatest thing ever…especially when a typical weekend consisted of me driving Matt crazy by trying to get him out of the house to go do something fun. (I’m pretty sure he was secretly happy that I was sick to my stomach from sun up to sun down; at least I left him alone. : ) )
On February 7th, we had our first Ultrasound appointment. The Ultrasound tech picked up that little heartbeat in no time! Right before our eyes a little “peanut,” aka GIBLET, appeared on the screen! It was by far, the greatest birthday present that I had ever received! : )
Stay tuned for the 2nd trimester adventures!
~Renee
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