2005 we were married. We knew we wanted kids, but knew right away would have been a bad idea. I was 20 ad Greg only 19, so we waited. Every once in a while I would decide it was time, or he would decide. But never at the same time. Until December of 2007. We had just visited family, and one pregnant cousin was going through baby clothes another cousin had given her. All those little things. Pink things. Oh my, the baby bug had bitten us both.
Now when I do anything, it is all the way. Not half assed at all. You would have thought we had been trying and failing for years with the amount of research I had done. We did the deed, and put my hips up on a pillow afterwards, we looked at my fertile times, all of the fun stuff that everyone can try to increase their chances we did it.
On January 16 2008 we attended dinner at my mother-in-laws house where her parents were as well. It was fun, but I felt crappy. I knew in my head old Aunt Flo was on her way. On our way home I told Greg this month was definitely not the moth and she should be here any day. To try and cheer me up, or he really believed I was more emotional like he claims, we stopped and bought one of those sticks from wal-mart. One of those powerful sticks that holds with it everything in your future, hopes and dreams, for 2 minutes. The dreaded 2 minute wait. When you pee on it, you either want it to be positive or negative. There is no, oh well whatever it is is what it is. If you are scared you are pregnant, you spend the minutes sick to your stomach hoping that the line that travels from one side of the test to the other just keeps going. If you desperately want to be pregnant then you spend the 2 minutes sick to your stomach wanting a reason to be so sick.
Ours was positive. And so the planning begun. What names, what did the nursery need to be done in, what would we do if this happened or if that happened. I was, of course, 4 weeks pregnant, only 36 weeks to go. I had an appointment already with my OBGYN for a follow up sono on a cyst that they had noticed the previous year when I had a bunch of tummy troubles. I decided that when I saw the dr for that I would tell him I was having a baby as well. As if he wouldn't have seen for himself.
The day for the sono came, it was at the hospital. I went in and they did the invasive thing. And I left. Later I went to my appointment for my dr. He asked if I knew we were expecting. I did, and then he broke my heart. He said well there was no fetal pole. At this time, that meant very little to me. He explained what would come of the rest of the weekend and that Next Tuesday, it was Thursday, we would have another sono to tell what would be our next step. He said to expect a miscarriage because there should be something to see at this point.
Heartbroken doesn't begin to explain how I felt. I couldn't grasp why these things happen. I went in for blood work, and a repeat blood work. It all came back inconclusive. The numbers went up but not very much. I decided that I wasn't going to cry anymore. I didn't know anything.
Tuesday came around and we went in for the sono. Within minutes I was in tears. There was my beautiful baby boy, heart beating away. Measured right on with the dates of the pregnancy. All was well.
The rest of the pregnancy went rather textbook. I had heart problems, a little skip here and there, and swelling, calves the size of...well something large, and I slept ALL the time.
At 39 weeks, with a total of 54 pounds gained, I started having contractions. I was admitted to the hospital on 09/20/2008 at 3p.m. and, with a very nervous daddy, welcomed Brody William Crews to the world. He was perfect, but we knew he would be.
The last 3 1/2 years have been filled with joy unbeknownst to people without kids. It has been full of some trials as well, but kids and motherhood are full of those things.
Now when I do anything, it is all the way. Not half assed at all. You would have thought we had been trying and failing for years with the amount of research I had done. We did the deed, and put my hips up on a pillow afterwards, we looked at my fertile times, all of the fun stuff that everyone can try to increase their chances we did it.
On January 16 2008 we attended dinner at my mother-in-laws house where her parents were as well. It was fun, but I felt crappy. I knew in my head old Aunt Flo was on her way. On our way home I told Greg this month was definitely not the moth and she should be here any day. To try and cheer me up, or he really believed I was more emotional like he claims, we stopped and bought one of those sticks from wal-mart. One of those powerful sticks that holds with it everything in your future, hopes and dreams, for 2 minutes. The dreaded 2 minute wait. When you pee on it, you either want it to be positive or negative. There is no, oh well whatever it is is what it is. If you are scared you are pregnant, you spend the minutes sick to your stomach hoping that the line that travels from one side of the test to the other just keeps going. If you desperately want to be pregnant then you spend the 2 minutes sick to your stomach wanting a reason to be so sick.
Ours was positive. And so the planning begun. What names, what did the nursery need to be done in, what would we do if this happened or if that happened. I was, of course, 4 weeks pregnant, only 36 weeks to go. I had an appointment already with my OBGYN for a follow up sono on a cyst that they had noticed the previous year when I had a bunch of tummy troubles. I decided that when I saw the dr for that I would tell him I was having a baby as well. As if he wouldn't have seen for himself.
The day for the sono came, it was at the hospital. I went in and they did the invasive thing. And I left. Later I went to my appointment for my dr. He asked if I knew we were expecting. I did, and then he broke my heart. He said well there was no fetal pole. At this time, that meant very little to me. He explained what would come of the rest of the weekend and that Next Tuesday, it was Thursday, we would have another sono to tell what would be our next step. He said to expect a miscarriage because there should be something to see at this point.
Heartbroken doesn't begin to explain how I felt. I couldn't grasp why these things happen. I went in for blood work, and a repeat blood work. It all came back inconclusive. The numbers went up but not very much. I decided that I wasn't going to cry anymore. I didn't know anything.
Tuesday came around and we went in for the sono. Within minutes I was in tears. There was my beautiful baby boy, heart beating away. Measured right on with the dates of the pregnancy. All was well.
The rest of the pregnancy went rather textbook. I had heart problems, a little skip here and there, and swelling, calves the size of...well something large, and I slept ALL the time.
At 39 weeks, with a total of 54 pounds gained, I started having contractions. I was admitted to the hospital on 09/20/2008 at 3p.m. and, with a very nervous daddy, welcomed Brody William Crews to the world. He was perfect, but we knew he would be.
The last 3 1/2 years have been filled with joy unbeknownst to people without kids. It has been full of some trials as well, but kids and motherhood are full of those things.
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