We have our first ultrasound scheduled for August 10th - I've read that the baby will be about the size of a lima bean and we'll be able to see the heartbeat! Then on August 20th I go to Iowa City for Kellee's first day of high school (can you believe it!???) and I'm getting together with Kerianne, Marcie, Keri, Robin and Tara. I'm planning on telling the girls then - I'll be about 8, almost 9 weeks. And THEN we'll tell everyone. I still feel great. No nausea, no extreme fatigue, my boobs aren't sore... wow, this is great!
I talked to Chad, one of the doctors are work yesterday (yes, I had to tell him) and he said his wife miscarried at 8 and 12 weeks. That got me nervous, especially because we've told so many people. I thought about it a lot yesterday and finally this morning I decided to pray and give it up to God. I prayed that He would give me a peace about this pregnancy so that I could enjoy this time of feel good, dreaming about the baby, looking at furniture, etc. I have the rest of my child's life to worry about them falling, who they're hanging out with, when they're behind the wheel, who they're marrying, and all that jazz. I want this time to be about the joy we're experiencing, enjoy telling our family and friends and just soak it all up. I talked to Misty today and she said something along the lines of "God has this pregnancy all written out so there's no need worry when it's all in His hands." How true. He knows how this pregnancy will go, how it will ultimately end and what I will face. Why worry myself when He has it all planned out? Wasn't HIS will that I desired in the first place?
Gramma sent me a sweet letter tonight about how she remembers people being pregnant when she was growing up and what they called it. Here's the letter:
I was thinking today of terms they used to use when you were pregnant. That word was never used!!! You might be "in the family way" or "expecting" or even have "one in the oven" !!! but it wasn't openly discussed. When my mom was expecting Larry, I was 6 yrs. old and they didn't even tell me!!! She went to the hospital and brought him home and I was mad and didn't even like him!! I was jealous, and said " he is too red & fat! " I soon got over that, but it hurt to not be the baby any more!! But you really didn't know for sure you were pregnant until you had missed 2 periods. There was no tests you could take even at the dr. office. So times certainly have changed. My first clue was a low back ache, even by the time I had missed the first period. Even with James, Mom didn't believe me, and said you are probably going through the change of life ( I was 40 for heaven sake!!!) But by the time I would of been 1 month along, I had the familiar low back ache that I remembered from the other times. Oh my, it is sure an exciting time for you. It is only natural to worry a little, but just remember God is in control. Jake will be so cute holding his own little one. He will be a wonderful daddy, with your dad as an example for him.
Just had to send you my thoughts. Love, & will keep you all in my daily prayers. Gramma
I wrote back to her and told her the terms we use now are "knocked up", "bun in the oven" and even "my eggo is preggo."
That's all for now. Can't wait for the ultrasound of that sweet baby!!
Here are a few pictures from my weekend with the family. This one is from the cousin's reunion. It's of me with my sweet cousins - the 3 pregnant girls! Alla is about 8 months, Anna is somewhere around 2, and I am 4 weeks.
And here's one of Mom, Kellee and I at the Shawn Johnson & Friends show.