So I am 22 weeks and what an interesting time to say the least, this has been.I still remember that day (October 10th) that I found out I was expecting a little bundle of joy!I woke up not feeling so good and something felt very off, like nothing that I had ever really felt before. After laying in bed trying to figure out what to do, my mind drifted to what it?My boyfriend and I had been trying for a little bit to try and conceive, but with no avail. We had just figured it wasn't a good time and thought we should concentrate on something else for now and think about other things instead.
After taking two or three tests that morning, I knew that I couldn't be seeing things and that I was truly pregnant and would be starting on a new and hopefully exciting nine month journey. And just in case anyone was wondering about these "nine" months, if you think about it, it's really ten months that you are pregnant from conception to 40 weeks later (hopefully) with delivery. Which at first was exciting but now sometime just confuses me (easily done when pregnant) and makes me forget on how far along I actually am.So back to where I was and it all started! I of course went and told the boyfriend (bf) the exciting news and we lay in bed just taking in the news, not really sure how to react. We were definitely excited and happy, yet a little in shock and disbelief at the same time. After the initial feelings setting in, I still didn't feel like it was really all true and real so what did I do? Probably what a lot of other women do, go and buy different brand of tests to make sure that I wasn't getting a false positive.
I headed over to a friends house and took two (or three?) more tests there and we both looked at them making sure we were seeing the same thing. And of course we were and that was that, I was pregnant and by summer of 2010 I would be a happy mother of an adorable little baby...
Me not being one to be able to hide such exciting news for too long, I called the doctor and made an appointment right away to verify that I wasn't getting my hopes up too high and was truly pregnant. Hearing those random heart-wrenching stories of false pregnancy tests, I knew I was not strong enough to go through something like that myself. So I made my friend swear to secrecy until I got the official news from the doctor the following week.
Skip ahead....
Well after hearing the yes from the doctor, we went ahead and made an appointment of exactly how far along I actually was, as I could not be completely sure of my last menstrual cycle exactly. It was a nice surprise and relief when the ultrasound technician came out and I knew her and how relaxed she has always made me feel. All my nervousness when out the window as she talked me through what she was doing, the different "pictures" she had to take, and that I was 7 weeks and 5 days along with everything looking great.
The next week was just a frenzy of who to tell and who to wait to tell until a little further along. This of course came a little easier than I thought because my mother decided to take it upon herself to tell the rest of the family that she would be having another grandchild sometime in the summer of 2010 (my younger brother and wife were expecting Nov '09). It did make me a little mad because it took away the joy I wanted to share but that's was my mom and she just got a little too excited to keep it in any longer.Now that our families and close friends knew the great news, the not so fun part of pregnancy started and in turn made me miserable for the next few months...
Bring on the morning sickness, or as I so commonly called it: 24 hour sickness...
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