Friday! YAY! This has been quite a long week...a normalcy the past couple of weeks. Work didn't start out the greatest: we had a pharmaceutical check and got a couple of dings - not good. Luckily the nurses' station that I work at wasn't one of the culprits. Still, we all had to have a "pow wow" after work. Blah.
As for that good surprise...
Since I've just begun this blog I know that my background is still a secret. I intend to rectify that here soon. Anyway, a little history lesson to describe the surprise.
My husband and I unexpectedly became pregnant this past November (we weren't planning to try until October of this year). I was totally surprised but increasingly excited as the days passed. At my 8/9week appointment which included the confirmation ultrasound, Stephen and I were told that the baby measured at 5 weeks 5 days. At first we thought that we had miscalculated some how with the conception date and we had to wait about 30 minutes for the OB/GYN to enter the exam room to inform us that I was going to miscarry. I had been carrying my "dead" baby around for 3 weeks; devastation was the understatement of the century in that moment. That was January 14th...the hardest day of my life to date. I decided to wait for my body to miscarry naturally and it didn't happen until around February 2nd. Needless to say that was a pretty rough night. Luckily Momma came over at 3:00 that morning to be with me.
Exactly one week later, I found out that my best friend Megan was pregnant (this girl has been wanting a baby for like 2 years. She was a little hurt when I announced my pregnancy and had asked if it was okay if she and Bill, her husband, continued with their plan to begin trying at the beginning of 2011. Of course I told her that it would be unfair for them to post-pone their plans because Stephen and I had such unexpected news). That had to be one of the most emotional days of my life. Meg had even asked me to announce her news to the office for her. It was understandably hard for me, but I chose not to say "no" because she doesn't have any family here to share this exciting experience with and I am, after all, her best friend.
The weeks have passed by pretty quickly since then, as far as her pregnancy is concerned: I have been taking "belly pictures" of her every 2 weeks since that first day; her 5 weeks 5 days point; her confirmation ultrasound which included a showing of her ultrasound photo; her telling me about creating a pregnancy blog and today...her baby bump appeared!
I was honestly worried stupid that I wouldn't be able to handle the showing of her baby bump. But surprisingly I was perfectly fine! She walked by my desk this afternoon (she had been wearing a t-shirt with her scrub pants today because she was in triage, but had been wearing a lab coat all day) and I immediately stopped her. I called her to me and began squealing with delight and rubbing her little belly. I was absolutely thrilled to see that little pooch...the baby has been named Piglet (mine was Ducky, named by Meg). As excited as I am for her baby bump, I know that a good portion of my excitement is because I was worried that I would be upset when she began showing. Megan doesn't have any family here; they all live in Minnesota where she's from. And the first few days of her pregnancy weren't the happy ones that she deserved because everyone was mad or upset since it was just 1 week after my miscarriage. A woman's pregnancy is supposed to be a happy and excited time and I fully intend to contribute to that as much as I possibly can.
As ready as I am to be pregnant again (I got a taste of it and I want it again) I don't want to take anything away from her and the attention that she deserves. She says that she wants me to be pregnant with her, something that we've discussed countless times since we've met, but I don't want my "time" to be forced. I've left the decision up to Stephen about when we start trying. I won't lie and say that I want to wait until October like we originally planned, but I'm not going to press him into it or make him feel guilty just appease me. Besides, we're trying to do some renovations to the house that I would like done - or close to it - before I get pregnant again.
Well I suppose that I've talked about myself enough for one night. Stick around if you want, there's more to come.
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