Our Little Family is Working on Getting Bigger

So by now, thanks to Facebook, I'm sure everyone and their dog knows that Clayton and I are expecting a little one some time in April. But not everyone knows the story, so I'll write it down here. And I'll be the first one to write my own news on the internet :o)

This summer I was trying to be better about eating healthy and exercising more. So, when I missed my period, I just chalked it up to exercising more, it didn't seem that unnatural to me. But in addition to the absence of a monthly enemy, I just wasn't feeling like myself. Clayton joked around and said "maybe your pregnant." I responded with "yeah, but maybe I'm not!" We already had a pregnancy test in the house because Kim and Dana thought they were being so funny putting on in our "honeymoon" basket. It was going to expire soon anyway, so one day when Clayton was at work I decided to take the test to prove Clayton and his little snarky comment wrong. Well, intentions and results don't always match up. I took the test and it had a + on it. I went to the store and bought another one and waited for Clayton to get home this time.

The second test was positive too, and so it was official. Clayton was right for the first time in his life ;o) The next step was to get into a doctor's office. Searching for a doctor was a pain in the but because my insurance sucks. They have a list of obgyns that are covered, but all the information is out of date. I was getting ticked because I felt like I should really be seeing a doctor. This is my first one, I don't know what to expect or what's happening, I wanted to see a doctor.

We finally found a doctor, but their office closed before school got out, so I could never get a hold of them. I had Clayton call for me because he has more flexibility at his job than I do. Bless his heart, he did the best he could, but apparently in order to make an appointment they need to know the first day of your last period. He was stumped on that one, so I called on my lunch break because I miraculously didn't have kids in at lunch that day. (This is my favorite part) when I called the office, the receptionist asked if I was pregnant "well, that's what the stick said," was my response. Clayton told me later that he had responded with "that's what the home pregnancy test said," that was a much more appropriate answer than mine, but mine was funny. Turns out they don't want to see you in the office until you're 8 weeks along, so I had to wait for an appointment. It was hard waiting because I didn't know if everything was going ok or what.

I eventually made it in, had a very awkward first appointment where the only thing I learned was that my uterus was indeed the right size for being 8-9 weeks pregnant. Ok, so I'm still worrying the whole next month until my next appointment. The month actually turned into 5 weeks because I had made my appointment during Parent Teacher Conferences because I didn't know when they were. Clayton was there for the second appointment, and we learned that I'm a healthy girl (blood work came back normal) and we heard the baby's heart beat :o) I felt much better about things after that.

I cheated and got an appointment only 2 weeks after that (that was yesterday). The doctor I was going to had their office in Orem, but delivered in Provo. Um, I live in Sandy. Did I really want to drive 45 minutes while in labor? NO! For that reason, I changed doctors. I found a new doctor (actually, a friend recommended him) in American Fork. That's half way in between work and home so that I don't have to use personal days to see the doctor, but still have a little commute once labor strikes. The doctor and nurse again told me how healthy all my results were and Clayton and I got to see our baby for the first time!

The pictures don't actually print as well as the screen, so know that we saw a lot clearer shots than are up on this page. The doctor tried to see if it was a boy or girls, but I'm only 14 weeks along so it's still too early. But we got to see how adorable the little head, arms, legs, and body are. Apparently I've got an active one inside of me. Baby was wiggling around so much. I made the comment "oh, that will be fun when it gets bigger," and the doctor laughed. He said, it may not be that comfortable for a mom to have an active child, but it's a really good sign. Oh, okay, baby's doing well. I'll take it.

So that's the story so far. Had no idea I was pregnant until I tried to prove Clayton wrong, waited and waited to know anything about the baby, found out baby is developing well and is VERY active. Yay!