Here we go again!

September 1, 2016....it's almost 9:00 and I'm just going to do it. I thought I'd put it off until Monday when I was a week late, but something in me just knew I needed to do it right now. I took the test. I did the 3 minute wait. I came back to find the result that I thought would never come....PREGNANT! Really? I guess it's true what they say....a woman just knows what her body is doing. I quickly text Mr. B while he's at work to inform him of his impending daddy status. He's thrilled! I don't feel any different except for maybe a little more tired, but that could be work related since I've started my new job and the demands are pretty intense. But that doesn't explain the late night potty trips and why I had the urge to get up and grab pretzels from my pantry and eat them at 1:00 in the morning.

I call the doctor the next day. They won't see me until I'm 8-10 weeks. I inform them of my past history and how I had to take Progesterone during my last pregnancy. They sent me in for some blood work to test my levels. They came back at a 7.5 and they preferred them to be a 10. So I'm back on the pills. I wasn't a bit surprised since I've been taking Progesterone once a month for 10 days out of the month to help with my cycles. I guess my body just doesn't make enough of it. Apparently, it's an easy fix with a pill. I'm thankful for that. I schedule my first appointment for September 23rd.

The time that follows doesn't leave me as anxious as before. I have too much going on at work to even remember that I'm pregnant. I do notice an increase in fatigue, the ladies are sore occasionally, and I do get a tad nauseated every now and then. Other than that, I felt relatively normal. I spoke with Robin (TPT) about my workouts during this time, and we tried to come up with a schedule to accommodate my needs.

Only a few people know at this point. We are telling people on a "need to know" basis right now until the doctor appointment. I'm tracking everything on an app on my phone. At the time of my appointment I calculate that I'm about 7 weeks 3 days. If you were to go off my LMP, I would be further along. However, I informed the doctors that I knew I wasn't that far along due to my longer cycles.

September 23 arrives. I take a half day off of work so I can make the 2:00 appointment. Mr. B takes off the whole day. I get off work around 11:30 and we decide to head to Market Street for some lunch. We finish up just in time to make it to the appointment. I fill out a ton of paperwork. Then I get to go back and do my first ultra sound. We were able to see our little peanut on an external sonogram and see the heartbeat. It was a strong 145 bpm. Next was our visit to the doctor. She said everything looked good. Based on the ultrasound, I'm measuring about 6 weeks and 6 days. Only 4 days away from my calculations. She said that was perfect. We were happy that things looked well. Of course, at this stage last time all things were looking well, too.

We decided to go ahead and tell our parents that evening. They were thrilled with the news. Mr. B's mom was in tears. Everyone knows how long we've been wanting to be parents. How long we've been trying to get pregnant since our last miscarriage. How long it took both of us to feel peace and acceptance at not having kids. I laugh because during the summer after I accepted this new job, I kept telling everyone that I was going to end up pregnant now that I had a new job that would keep me extremely busy. Guess I'm psychic. LOL

I told the doctor that my symptoms weren't that bad. I also told her that I just had an overall better feeling about this pregnancy that I did last time. She informed me that it'll be easier since I'm only pregnant with one baby. I'm also healthier than I was last time due to my working out since January.

I took my first "belly pic" at 7 weeks. I know it just looks like my normal chubby belly, but I know my peanut is in there. We know God is going to take care of us. We pray that He blesses us with this sweet child.