10 weeks!

It's hard to believe my weeks are reaching double digits. Small steps of progress, right? Two more weeks and I'll reach that ever precious second trimester. It's also quite hard to believe that here I am nearly 2 and 1/2 months pregnant and nobody knows. It's so hard to keep it in. But, Aaron wants to wait until that 12 week mark to announce it to the world. So, that's what we're doing.

As far as how I feel...tired. Very tired and I have very sore breasts. That's my every day reminder that things are still on track. There are several things that enter my mind numerous times a day. Here's my list...

1) How are we going to tell Sarah Kate. I want it to be so special. She's prayed every single night for a sibling and I want her to know that God answer her sweet and special prayer.
2) What am I going to do with all the stuff that's in the spare bedroom to make room for a nursery? Heavens. I just want to pull a dump truck out in front of the house and start throwing stuff out the windows.
3) Names. I think about them all the time. Pros and Cons. Ways certain ones can be made fun of or how they'll look on stationary.
4) Health. I pray for the baby's health daily...that God will watch over that sweet little peanut and help him or her grow exactly the way that he/she should. I also pray about my health. That this time, I'll get to see what it's like to make it full term. Wouldn't that be something?

There are so many more things that rush through my mind. But, those are my top 4 for the day. I'm so excited about this little life that's growing inside. It's so much fun to dream about this baby.

Shooting for the Moon!

I don't know if I have or haven't mentioned it in the previous posts or not. I'm not posting them yet...just writing them. To find out, I'd have to go through my posts and click on each one, read through them, and search individually. I'm just not going to do that. SO, in case I've told you, I'm sorry. But, if I haven't...my due date is December 14.

I'm a December baby so I realize that this stinks a little bit. But, I'm December 28th. That REALLY stinks. It's in between two of the biggest holidays of the year. Everyone is busy and very few care about a birthday stuck in between. December 14, however, is doable. It's before the Christmas rush. I know that these days, nobody makes it to their actual due date. Making it to 40 weeks is just unheard of...especially for a Mom who delivered her previous baby at 32 weeks!

But this time, I'm shooting for the moon. I'm going for it - all the way. It's going to be a healthy pregnancy. I feel it in my bones. I'm resting easy in His embrace (yep, that's a song). I'm putting the burden of my fears at His feet. I'm letting Him carrying me through it. No worries. No stress. I'm going to do this thing all the way! Maybe not 40 weeks all the way...but pretty darn close. I just know it.

Perfect Appointment.

God is in control. I reminded myself of that yesterday. He reminded me of that today. I went to my appointment expecting the worst. But, what I got was the best news ever. Baby Marsh is growing perfectly. He/She is measuring 8 weeks and 2 days. That sweet baby's heart rate was 176 and he/she is already developing arm and leg buds. It was the sweetest sight I've seen in some time. A very welcomed sight indeed. My blood pressure was a perfect 120/80. How that happened I'll never know - I was nervous as could be. They drew labs and gave me the whole pregnancy run through. It was a great appointment. Dr S. wasn't sure what the brown spotting was from - they couldn't see anything in the ultrasound at all. She wasn't too concerned at this point. She said it could be a number of things - most of which were minor. I didn't spot all day today but just before typing this (and bedtime) I had a small amount again. I'll continue to pray that it's insignificant and doesn't affect the sweet baby that's growing inside. I'm taking it easy (no lifting, no hanky panky, no heavy chores) until it stops. Other than that - all is well. Dr S. said, "Everything looks perfect! Congrats!" She was very pleased with today - just like I was.
I'm relieved and excited. But, I'm still refraining from too much excitement. My next appointment is June 2 and that will be my 12 week visit. I'll be able to breathe a HUGE sigh of relief after this first trimester is over and done with. That's when the real party starts. I'm praying every day that God reminds me that He is in control. That He is always by my side and He never leaves me.

After seeing Dr. S. I was on cloud nine. Mom had Sarah Kate for the day so I took advantage of it. I ran and got a quick haircut (Great Clips...cheap and it does the job) and then on to see the dentist about a toothache that has been killing me for a week. Ended up I have to get one tooth pulled and three cavities filled. That's what I get for not going to the dentist for FIVE years! Yes, you read that right. I know, horrible! I promise that's never happened to me before. I wore braces, I was a annual dentist kind of patient. Then I fell of the wagon. NEVER will happen again. My dentist is going to consult with Dr S. about his treatment plan. I'd say not much more (than the cleaning/consult that I had today) will happen until after the first trimester. We'll see.

Today was jam packed with telling and exciting news. I'm anxious already for the 4 weeks ahead to fly by so that I can hear that sweet heartbeat. So that I can know again and get affirmation that he/she is still thriving. Until then, I'll keep praying. Keep hoping. Keep dreaming.

Spotting...Again.

Tomorrow is my 8 week appointment. Ever since 4 weeks I've been free and clear of any spotting. Tonight, right before bed I went to the bathroom and there...on the toilet paper...was some light brown spotting. My heart sank. No. Not again. Please. Tomorrow we'll find out what's going on. God is in control. God is in control. God is in control.