Stage One: We Are Pregnant.
A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine in Erie said that she had a dream that I was pregnant. I assured her that I was not and I didn't think much of it. However, within the same day, another friend who lives in Colorado emailed me to tell me that she had a dream that I was pregnant with a baby girl. Now, they had no reason to think that I might be pregnant. Nor did I. We weren't trying and I was nursing Henry.
However, I walked upstairs and told Adam...I mean, two god-fearing people having the same dream on the same day? Adam said, Why don't you take a test? and I did. Bam. Positive. We wigged out for a couple of minutes and then Adam prayed and we felt at peace...even excited! I mean, I knew this would be crazy but kiddos are a blessing, period. We went to the doctor the following Monday and had blood work done and she confirmed it and had us go in for a sonogram the next Wednesday. She thought I'd be around 8 weeks at the time.
Stage Two: We Are Not Pregnant.
Well, when we went to the sonogram two days later, I knew something was wrong. The sonogram technician never said the word "fetus". She only said, ovaries and uterus as in, "Let me take another picture of your uterus and then I'll see what the doctor wants to do." We didn't ask her, I figured she wasn't allowed to say anything.
So, she left the room and came back to tell us that she had spoken with the doctor and I was to have blood work again and then not to eat or drink anything after midnight and then call the doctor in the morning. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sounds like a DNC, right? So, Adam is supposed to leave the next morning for Philadelphia for this big test for school. He finally tracks down someone to talk to and they tell us that the doctor thinks it may be a molar pregnancy (like an empty egg that meets with sperm) but that they need to confirm it with my blood work. So, we go home and wait.
Stage Three: We May Be Pregnant.
So, we're thinking that I will definitely have surgery the next day. Well, the nurse calls the next morning to say that my blood work numbers have doubled (typical of pregnancy) and so we're going to wait a week and see what happens and have another sonogram. During this week, we literally had no idea what the deal was but I was thinking that I was probably not pregnant. I mean, if I was supposed to be so many weeks along then how could there not be a baby on the sonogram? We waited.
Stage Four: We Are Pregnant.
Well, the rest is history. We went in on Wednesday and had another sonogram and BAM, there's the sac and BAM, there's the heartbeat. Wow. So, I was just not very far along on the initial visit. So, now I am 7 weeks and November 2nd is the due date. It's been an emotional roller coaster. We are still getting our minds around it but are confident that God's ways are better than ours, his thoughts higher than ours and it's all going to be fine. Nay, great.