My how fast they grow

The morning I found out I was pregnant was a very typical morning for me. I woke up, took a pregnancy test (don't you all do that too? haha), laid it on the bathroom counter, went downstairs to get some coffee and got back in the bed to watch Matt Lauer....forgetting all about the pregnancy test. About a half hour later I went to take a shower when I realized I never checked the test. No big deal, since they have all been negative for the past 19 or so months. Until now....

See that faint line under the arrow? Yeah, I know you might have to squint. That is the prettiest pink line I have ever seen! I stared at that thing six ways from Sunday trying to make sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. I have tried many times before to think I saw a line, but this was the first time there was actually something there. So of course I did what anyone else would do. I carried it around with me in my purse all day to make sure the line didn't disappear. I was useless that day at work.

Waiting for Josh to get home from work so I could tell him was torture. I didn't have anything cute planned on how to tell him. When you've been through some of the things we have, there is no big TV moment of telling your husband he is going to be a dad. So as soon as he got home I just showed him the test and said "I think we are pregnant!" I guess the faint line didn't quite knock him down like it did me, because he didn't believe it. Yes, he said he could see the pink line, but since it was so faint he was hard to fully convince. I told him "you can't be just a little bit pregnant. A line, is a line, is a line!" We agreed that I would get a real pregnancy test (one that didn't come from the internet) the next day.

So the next day I went to Target and used my birthday gift cards to buy two boxes of pregnancy tests. Don't judge, I'm cheap. And besides, what else could a girl want with her Target gift card?! It would turn out to be the best birthday purchase ever because those two boxes produced these two test results.

I text Josh a picture of both of them and asked if this was proof enough for him. I guess sometimes men just need it spelled out for them! :-)

From those two pink lines came this miracle....

6 weeks

7 weeks

8 weeks

12 weeks 3D - He/She is already smiling!

                                                                

This child is already giving me gray hair

I had planned for my second blog post to be about the day I found out I was pregnant. But instead, I shall share with you why this child is already giving me gray hair.

Last Thursday afternoon I started bleeding. Insert freak out mode here. I immediately called my doctor's office who told me since it was already so late in the afternoon (4:00ish) that I needed to go ahead and go to the ER. The nurse told me to go to Northside ER. Northside is where my doctor is affiliated and where I will be delivering. In order for me to get to Northside, I would have to look up the address, type it in my GPS and drive all the way there in rush hour traffic. No thank you. I told the nurse I was two miles from an Emory ER and that is about as far as I was willing to drive myself in my state of mind. She informed me that if I chose to go there, just to make sure I get all my records when I leave since my doctor won't be able to. OK, no problem and I head to Emory. Big mistake.

From the moment I walked through those ER doors I knew I should have driven to Northside. It took them 45 minutes to take me back. I get it, there were people waiting before me. But hello, I was a hysterical pregnant lady and the other emergencies included a kidney stone, a flare up of gout and a kid who got a black eye at school. I finally got put into a room and the doctor came in who introduced himself as Bob...um, yeah. I proceed to tell him what was going on and I mentioned that I had an IUI to achieve this pregnancy (that's for another blog post) and he then said "what's an IUI?" Enter freak out mode number two. After I gave him an education on the procedure he then says "oh, wow. You must have really wanted this baby." Thank goodness my husband got there at that moment or I might have lunged at Dr. Bob.

After Dr. Bob examined me he confirmed that my cervix was closed, that he did see the blood, but had no idea where it was coming from or why. He said the ultrasound would be my determining factor and that they had to page the ultrasound tech who was on call as they didn't have one in the ER right then. TWO and a half hours later sitting there in pure agony not knowing if my baby was alive or not, the ultrasound tech finally arrives. The ultrasound tech informs me that I'm not allowed to ask her any questions and that the doctor had to give me the results. I thought great, I'll probably have to tell him how to read an ultrasound too. We finally get the ultrasound results and Dr. Bob basically said the baby looks fine but that he was sending me home with a "threatened miscarriage" and that I needed to follow up with my OB/GYN.

After a completely sleepless night, I finally got to my doctor's office early the next morning. I had a subchorionic hematoma...not a "threatened miscarriage". Which is basically a blood clot and should heal itself on it's own. I also was told I have placenta previa and that should also correct itself as my pregnancy goes along and if it doesn't then I just have to prepare myself for a c-section. So it was modified bed rest this weekend for me.

Hopefully I will never have to learn from my lesson about not going to Northside. Fingers crossed this pregnancy is uneventful from here on out. Yeah...right!

I'm on the Bandwagon

Hi, my name is Candence and I'm a blog stalker reader. After much procrastination, I finally decided to take the plunge and start my own blog. 

My husband, Josh and I have been married for almost three years and we are expecting our first child in November. With this blog I hope to document all of the up, downs and crazy moments as we take this journey to becoming first time parents. Yikes...when did I become old enough to be a mom?!

So become a blog follower and take The Lowe Road with us!