I've waited for this for as long as I can remember. It's been a very
turbulent 3 days since my last entry. On Sunday we drove to Niagara
Falls to visit some of my family and on the way I got very hungry and
queezy. On the way home I fell asleep and when I woke up I again felt
nauseous. At this point I was really starting to believe that I might
be pregnant. When I got up Monday morning I called my doctor and begged
for an appointment (that high-risk status did work!) but she wouldn't do
a blood test yet because she said it's too soon. By the time I got to
work that day I was feeling yucky again.
Yesterday morning I woke up and did yet another hpt because I couldn't
wait. Finally it was positive - a faint positive - but positive
none-the-less. So now I could tell David but I wanted to do it right.
David and I have been growing plants from seeds in our bathroom and
every time a new one germinates he tells me to "go look at the new
baby". I wrote on a piece of paper that I was pregnant, stuck a
chopstick through it, and planted it in one of the pots. I then woke up
David and told him that we had a new baby but he wouldn't go look. I
didn't want to leave for work without him knowing so I grabbed the pot
from the bathroom, brought it in to the bedroom, gave David his glasses
(he's practically blind without them) and told him to look. It took him
a few seconds to respond with "I'm not sure if I should believe you or
not". Once I assured him that I was not joking his dazed look turned
into a smile. Needless to say there were lots of hugs and kisses and
questions of "when did it happen?" since we weren't technically trying
yet. I spent the day rather queezy again - soda crackers have become my
main source of nutrition. When we got home from work I called my mom
not with the intention of telling her but trying to convince her to come
to Toronto for David's birthday dinner on Saturday. When she said she
had to go to Ottawa on the weekend for her sister's birthday David said
"You really want to come this weekend". That tipped her off and she
started yelling "you're pregnant, aren't you?". When I didn't deny it
she started crying and telling me how wonderful it is that I'm
pregnant. We then went on to call other members of the family all over
Ontario. My sister doesn't want kids so I wasn't sure how she'd react
but she was really happy. She has 2 master's degrees, both in English,
so when she mentioned helping us find names I was really happy. I like
having an unusual name and want cool names for our kids, especially
since our last name is Smith (My maiden name is McMenemy. Try saying
that three times fast.). My dad told me not to get excited before the
13 week mark but I have no choice about how I feel so I just kinda
ignored that. If anything does happen I won't regret telling people
since I'm sure I'll appreciate their support. My mum-in-law was just as
happy as we expected and David's brother and his family were happy since
they could now unload all the stuff their kids no longer need. Have I
mentioned that I'm inheriting about 30-40 boxes of clothes from them?
Wohoo for me!
I woke up my brother this morning to tell him since I couldn't get in
touch with him last night. He's very excited and can't wait to teach
the little one to snowboard. Hopefully he'll wait a few years before he
tries. I still have a few people to call yet. My grandmother lives in
a nursing home but she's such a socialite that I'm having a hard time
reaching her. She has around 30 grandchildren and about 10
great-grandchildren so she's got great status at the nursing home.
Another point for grandma!
So, you ask, what does early pregnancy feel like? Nauseous, really
nauseous. The tiredness seems to have set in as well, but I haven't
noticed any changes in my breasts. This is so amazing. I'm due October
24, 1999 according to my calculations. It's going to be a long, hot
summer.
Until next time,
Hope
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