Has peeing ever changed your life completely?
On New Year's Day (was that really only 18 days ago?) I peed on this plastic stick. Three minutes later life as I knew it was over and whole new one began.
Two pink lines.
Husband and I cried and laughed at the same time, checked and rechecked the instructions to make sure we'd done it right, and laughed and cried some more.
We shouldn't have been as surprised as we were...I mean we were working on it. But the fact that it pretty much took one month really surprised us...what with all the conventional wisdom that says the average fertile couple takes 4-6 months to get pregnant. Just call me Fertile Myrtle.
It was really hard to believe that I, Molly, was actually pregnant...something I've thought about and feared and hoped for and wondered about for much of my life. It became easier to believe last Tuesday when morning (hah...more like mourning) sickeness struck. I've pretty much been in bed or on the couch in front of the TV since then, feeling like I have a never-ending case of carsickness. Ugh.
I am enjoying the first day in the past 7 of feeling more normal than nauseated. Bless you, Lord, for small graces. May they continue!
In the meantime, until this stage hopefully passes and I start enjoying some of the cooler parts of a baby growing inside me I am finding encouragement in
Number one: My AWESOME husband who has been loving me, encouraging me, cooking, cleaning, walking the dog...basically doing everything but bathing me. What a guy!
Number two: Looking at the adorable teddy bear PJs and booties that I received from a friend as my very first baby gift.
Number three: Checking baby's progress on various websites. Baby is 7 weeks old tomorrow and looks kind of like this:
He or she is a little bigger than a raisin right now and has just started making its own blood type and cells. Baby is starting to move for the first time this week and has a heartbeat. Amazing, huh?
Yep, that was certainly one pee that changed my life forever.