When two become three

Considering Grant and I are 10 weeks pregnant, we thought it was time to start up our blog. Who knows who will read it, but at least it will someday be a memory of what we went through (hopefully many laughs later).

Grant and I found out April 9, 2013 that we were having a baby. I hadn't been feeling well. My stomach was cramping. I was tired all the time. I was eating much more than normal. I didn't think anything of it, but I told Grant I would wait a couple more days then take a test. We had bought some pregnany tests months before just in case. So that Tuesday night I went to take a shower and took a test without Grant knowing. I peed on the stick and VIOLA it was immediately pregnant. There was no waiting two minutes just in case. It was clear as day. I went to show Grant and of course he had to run to CVS to get the most expensive test to double check. Yup, I was surely pregnant.

To be honest, I wasn't going to allow myself to get excited. I have known way too many friends who recently had miscarriages, and my mom had a miscarriage. My whole life I wanted to be a mom. It was something I dreamt of. I knew I was on this earth to be a mom. I didn't want to get excited about something and have it ripped away from me. I never told anyone this because I was scared. Grant was so incredibly thrilled that I dare not mention anything to him. I didn't want to ruin his excitement.

We went ahead and scheduled our first appt with the nurse. We were thoroughly impressed with the office. The nurse was phenomenal. She answered all our questions. She was supportive with every decision we wanted for our pregnany and our baby. It was very comforting. Half way through the appointment Grant asks, "So we are pregnant, right?" She laughed and said, "Oh yes, don't you worry. It showed up real fast." We were relieved even though were were only at 5 weeks.

At 8 weeks we had our first real appointment. Again, I was very impressed with the doctor. We see every doctor and then whichever is on call when I go into labor is who delivers me. Considering I have juvenile diabetes, I am a high-risk pregnancy. They ensured me we would have no problems and would have a healthy baby. I might possibly have a smaller baby, and they will induce me at least a week early. I had a lovely ultrasound (I will spare you the details). It is the only way to correctly measure the baby and such a small size. I'll be honest here. As soon as I saw that baby moving and the heart beating, I believed. The hope inside me came true. I had a couple tears come out, but thankfully I was able to mask it from Grant and the Dr. Yes, anything can happen in the next couple of weeks, but I have that hope now that our baby will be perfectly fine. I know he/she will be healthy, and I know everything will be joyful.