I found out I am pregnant.
It's crazy looking at the dates that it has been one month since we found out. It was a Monday night and we were at the store together picking up basics and looking for games to buy. I think we settled on a catch set and badminton rackets. I also threw in a box of pregnancy tests since we were hoping to try in the next couple months. I was impatient when we got home and took one anyway. I stared at it in the bathroom, my heart feeling so full when I knew. It was a surreal moment.
I came out and told Chris the news. He was laying in bed, just about asleep. I'll blame his reaction upon his tiredness. He said something along the lines of "Ok... well let's try to keep it that way and maybe you should take another test in the morning to make sure it's right." I think that both of us didn't want to get our hopes up too much just in case, even though I knew this was really happening.
Right away I felt huge. I think my mind was reasoning that since I was pregnant, I didn't always have to suck it in like most girls do. I even bought a few maternity items. Chris thought I was crazy but it was evident there was at least one baby in there. I was hungry all the time, but when I ate a lot, I almost lost my dinner in the parking lot and mall. July 20th ended up being my last day of work. I had experienced a few days of hardly being able to get to work in the mornings and didn't want to burden Emily who I nannyed for. I can say that that was the last time awhile I had a really good day. The next day I felt sick but mustered up my strength for a baseball game. The game was really fun and I'm glad Chris and I got to spend that time together.
That first week of being home was awful. My parents came into town the next day and were able to help out for a few days. I was throwing up, so weak, and just felt horrible. Making it through the day until Chris could get home to help was about all I could handle. The day after my parents left, Sierra was able to stay with me. That night was the worst it had been though, so we made an appointment in Idaho to get me some relief. All my medication did make me feel better, if I could sleep through the hour it takes before kicking in.
After just a few days in Idaho, we came back to Utah for Chris to work three more days until drill. These days were a blur and I survived with my pills. To say I am tired of traveling is an understatement as we went back up to Idaho. Thursday August 2nd was exciting for us though. My emergency appointment the week before was just for the medication, so now we were able to have the rest of my first appointment. We had our ultrasound which confirmed there is just one little guy in there. The most disappointing part for me was they moved me back 10 days. I should have been 9 weeks at the appointment, and now I was only 7 1/2?! It seemed like the past few weeks I'd worked so hard to keep food down were taken away from me.
Now I am 8 1/2 weeks and I have been doing better. I only take my medication when I need it and have been able to have more good days. Although a good day still consists of being in bed 99% of the time. It is still a little strange to think there's a little guy growing in me. He (although we won't know the sex until around October) is so small, but already amazes me. He barely has fingers, yet seems to already be a thumb sucker. So far has defiantly been a roller coaster. I'm hoping things will slow down enough to allow me to finish school. We also have big decisions to figure out like where to live and how to stretch our income. However, we are so blessed and couldn't be more grateful for the wild ride that has already begun.
