Matt and I have been trying to have a baby since about October. We kind of eased into the situation. A sort of "we're not trying, but we're not not trying" deal. I just stopped taking my birth control, went to see the gyno, and that was that. She told me the usual: have fun, don't put pressure on yourself, and start taking prenatal vitamins. And that's exactly what I did.
Last month, I started to pay a little more attention to my cycle and try to figure out which day I was ovulating. I bought those ovulation strips (which don't work at all). I couldn't find which day I was ovulating and was just planning on calling this last month a wash and then trying again next month. It was a busy month anyways with the holidays and then the first week of January we moved into our house. A lot was going on and there was plenty of other things to focus on.
Well, the days passed and I noticed I wasn't getting my period. Another thing I noticed was how much slower I got on my runs. Working out was a lot more taxing than usual. No way, I thought. Can't be possible. I took a pregnancy test, and the results were inconclusive. I figured I'd wait a few more days. That period would show up. I tested again on Tuesday (today's Thursday), and sure enough: PREGNANT! Werid, I thought. I saw the double positive line and started crying tears of happiness. I was so happy and immediately thought of how happy your dad, and aunt and uncle, and grandparents would be.
But ... I still didn't want to get too excited. False positives happen. I still couldn't believe it. Plus, I have no pregnancy symptoms. No sickness, or soreness, or anything. I didn't want to tell your dad until I'm absolutely certain. So, I tested again on Wednesday: positive! I called the doctor and got in for an appointment today. Here I am, back from the doctor, and definitely pregnant. I had to tell work that I was going to get a flu shot. Not a total lie. I did get the flu shot. It just took me almost two hours. Thankfully, no one asked why it took so long. :)
The OB I chose is Dr. Hoelzle. A younger female doctor. After my first meeting with her, I'm very happy. She was great. Made me feel super comfortable and really enjoyed her. The appointment was pretty long, but it was good to get to know Dr. Hoelzle. I had blood drawn, got the flu shot, received a pelvic exam, and answered lots of questions. The doctor could tell I was about 5 or 6 weeks along just by feeling my uterus! Isn't that crazy? So cool.
I'm about 5 or 6 weeks along, with a due date on September 17. I have to schedule an appointment for our first ultrasound so we can hear your little heart beat. I can't even wait.
Anyways, I'm telling your dad about you tonight. Thinking about how he's going to respond brings tears to my eyes. It makes me so happy to think about. Both yesterday and Tuesday, I was driving to work and just started crying because I'm so excited to tell him. Needless to say, these last few hours of work are excruciating! God is he going to be happy.
I bought him this book called, "Dude, You're going to be a Dad," along with a bib shaped like a baseball and a pair of newborn socks that have dogs on them. (We love our dog!) I'm going to wrap it up and just tell him it's a congratulatory gift for his recent promotion at his new job. (He was just promoted to supervisor at UPS. Woot woot!) He'll open it and I can't wait to see his reaction.
In two weeks, when I'm about 7 1/2 weeks along, we're headed up north to Independence for the annual ice fishing contest. We plan on telling your Grandma and Grandpa Olson then, and hopefully your Aunt Dana. That Sunday I'd like to drive to Minneapolis, then, to tell your Uncle Andy in person. Not sure yet when we'll tell your Grandma McChain. She's in Milwaukee so that's easy. I know it's a little early to say something, but I'd like to do it all in person so we can see everyone's reaction. It's going to be fantastic! No one even knew we were trying. After we have our first ultrasound sometime in the next few weeks and find out that everything is hopefully a-OK, I'll have no problem telling immediate family.
It will be really hard not to say anything to all of our friends yet, but we'd like to wait until we're 12 weeks to tell any other friends. To keep suspicions away, I'll have to hold a beer or something all weekend at ice fishing so people think I'm drinking. I just can't wait to tell everyone.
And so your story begins little one ...
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