The ups and down, the quick turns, that weird feeling in your stomach, being just on the verge of vomiting, the thrill of the ride - all are the joys of roller coasters. Real roller coasters = so much fun. Emotional roller coasters = not so fun.
The first week of knowing I was pregnant had all of those twists and turns, funny feelings in my stomach, and way too many tears. I'll give you the day by day run down...
Monday January 17 -
I realize my period is a little too late to be a coincidence. The past couple weeks I noticed I could barely keep my eyes open in the evenings past 8:30. I'm running to the bathroom every 30 minutes. I keep getting nauseous and light headed if I don't eat every couple hours. And my "girls" are reeeeeeeealy sore. I tell Jason there is a possibility I might be pregnant. He doesn't really show any reaction but says we should pick up a test on the way home. The way home was very quiet. Before I got into the shower, I took the test. While I was trying not to peek for those painstaking two minutes, I get the flashback in my mind to two weeks prior when Jason said "If my wife is pregnant, I'll be angry". Well, if you read my previous post, you know the results of that test. I actually took two. Yep - both totally positive. So all during my shower I cried out to God. Partly in tears of joy because I've desired my entire life to be a mom, and also tears of fear wondering how my husband will react. When I told him, he was quiet at first but soon after we both were overjoyed with anticipation of meeting our child in a few months to come.
Tuesday January 18 -
I call the doctor to set up a confirmation appointment. They don't have any openings so I had to wait another 24 hours.
Wednesday January 19 -
I make it to my doctors appointment where they confirm that sure enough I'm preggo. They did some blood work as well, the first of many draws I will soon discover. I called Jason to let him know in fact he is a daddy, and he reacted with pure joy and excitement. He's going to be such a great dad.
Thursday January 20 -
I get a call from the doctor letting me know the results from my lab test. My HCG level is looking really good. However, my progesterone level is low. This is the hormone my body produces naturally to keep the baby in the uterus. It was described to be as the "glue" that keeps the baby in place. So I pick up a progesterone hormone from the pharmacy and schedule another blood draw the following day.
Friday January 21 -
They took more blood and my HCG level went from 409 to 1132 which shows the baby is continuing to grow. But, because of low progesterone level there is a chance I could be experiencing a tubal pregnancy. This is where the fertilized egg for some reason got stuck in a fallopian tube rather than dropping all of the way to the uterus like it should have. If this is the case it always ends bad. So...bring on the kleenex. I scheduled an appointment for first thing Monday morning.
Saturday & Sunday, January 21,22 -
Longest weekend ever. Prayed ALOT!!!
Monday January 23 -
Jason went with me to my 8am appointment. They performed an ultrasound where they discovered the gestational sac (baby) was in fact in my uterus and not anywhere else. yay! Praise the Lord!!! BUT...the ultrasound tech said the sac was smaller than it should be if I was 5 or 6 weeks along. Deep breath. So what does that mean? She stated it means either I'm not as far along as they thought, or the baby stopped growing at some point. Thick swallow, choke back tears. So they drew (once again) more blood and I had to wait for a phone call from the doctor with the results. Well, needless to say I cried....alot that day. Poor Jason, he was so worried about me but all I needed to do was cry out to my Father. And He was there like He always is. And His arms were stronger than ever. The verse He continued to remind me of is "Do not worry about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, present your requests to God, and the peace of God, which transcends all understand, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus." Phil 4:6-7. So that's what I did. I petitioned and prayed for the life of my unborn baby. And then the doctor called. Both my HCG and progesterone levels rose beautifully. Just like they should. And the gestational sac looks the size it should for early pregnancy. Thanks a lot ultrasound lady. But through it I was drawn nearer to my Daddy.
I trust you Father.
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