Thursday, February 26, 2009

Baby Belly at 18 weeks

Well I had to go back into the hospital again last week. I took it pretty hard given I had thought I was done with hospital visits and was feeling better the week before I had to go back in. Oh well. During this time the Lord really spoke to me. He sent someone I would have never imagined to minister to me about her pregnancy experience. It was so nice to know that someone else had been through what I was going through, made it out alive, and had beautiful babies (notice the plural) to show for it all. God also started really showing me the true meaning of the phrase "My grace is sufficient for you". He also really pressed on my heart the truth of His statement "My power is perfected is your weakness". If there was ever a time I was weak physically, mentally, and spiritually, this was it. He is taking this time to perfect His power in and through me and I felt blessed! I left the hospital feeling revived both physically and spiritually! I also left the hospital with a baby bump I did not have upon entering the hospital!!! Here is the picture of my baby bump at 18.5 weeks!

Friday, January 30, 2009

Where Have I Been the Last 5 Months?????

Holy cow.... I can't believe it has been 5 months since I posted anything!!!!! I bet the few people that were checking this blog have probably given up hope by now, but I will post anyway. The last five months have been INSANE for Tim and me!!! Everything was going great until Thanksgiving, and then our lives changed dramatically. Over Thanksgiving we went to Magnolia to visit Tim's family. The first night we were there I fell asleep on the couch around 8pm, then dragged myself upstairs to bathe and go to bed because I woke of feeling sick :( The next day was pretty normal. We did all of the usual Thanksgiving things: eat, sleep, eat, sleep, etc. We got up the next morning and drove to Brenham to spend the rest of the time off with my family. Friday night I started feeling pretty sick again and curled up on the recliner praying for relief. My dad gave me some Tums and I went to sleep...... no big deal.... I woke up feeling fine the next morning so I blew it off.
Monday rolls around and I decide I should call my Dr. because I was 2 weeks late for my period... now to anyone else that would be a big deal.... but my period had been coming late for months so I figured this month was no different. I called and set up an appt to talk with the Dr about fertility options since they thought we would have a difficult time getting pregnant given my history of irregular cycles and not ovulating (sorry if this is TMI!). Our friend Gretchen from our church down south happens to be a nurse practitioner for the OBGYN I see so I called her to set up the appt. She told me to take a pregnancy test the next morning just to confirm what we all thought we knew... which was that I wasn't pregnant and just didn't ovulate again that month.
Tuesday morning......... alarm goes off at 6am, I hit the snooze till 6:30. Tim gets up and jumps in the shower. I drag myself into the bathroom and remember "oh yeah, I guess I should do the darn test". I pee on the stick, put the cap on, and toss it on top of the toilet while I continue to get ready for work. A couple minutes later I return to the bathroom, pick up the stick.............. and almost passed out. There were 2 pink lines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I run to the shower glass door and slap the stick up against the glass and said "we are pregnant"! Tim didn't believe me at first... one line was fainter than the other (it happened to be the control line). I called Gretchen and she made an appt for first thing that morning. We get to the Dr office, go in to the ultrasound room, and for the first time we see our precious little baby.... all .2cm of it! We spent the rest of the day in a state of shock!!!
Fast forward to today........ I am 14.5 weeks pregnant and the random evening sickness I had over Thanksgiving has turned into 24/7 sickness. I have lost 15 lbs since that Tuesday in the Drs office 8 weeks ago, spent two overnight trips to the hospital, took 1 trip to the ER, installed a Zofran pump in my stomach, and spent countless days bedridden. I cried, begged, got angry, got depressed.... you name it and I have felt it. But then last week..... I saw my little baby's face.... I saw its nose, its ten tiny fingers, its little legs kicking on my uterus, its little mouth opening and closing as if to say "mamma". It was a baby!!!! Not just a globular parasite that was sucking the very life out of me, but a baby, MY BABY, TIM's BABY... it was a miracle to say the least! And as I lay here in bed typing this, because I just got out of the hospital and am too weak to go back to work right now, I cling to those images of our baby and hold fast to the idea that eventually I will be able to hold that baby in my arms and tell her that it was worth every bit of what I have gone through!
Thank you everyone who has been keeping me in their thoughts and prayers. I praise the Lord for you!!! Keep it up because I still have a long way to go!