The Beginning

I've been sitting here for about a half an hour figuring out where to start with this post. Putting thoughts and feelings into words always makes it seem more real, more tangible somehow. I think that one of the most common questions asked after a couple gets married is when they are going to start a family. For me, I always knew that I wanted a baby. I wanted to start young, to have our children be close in age to his/her cousins, to still have the energy and drive to keep up with a little one. Well, after living together for quite some time and being such a big part of each other's lives, it seemed like the next step for us. About three weeks after our sixth month wedding anniversary, my husband and I got a dream come true -- a faint positive result. I wouldn't say it was planned, but it wasn't a surprise either, we'll put it that way for those who are curious. 

Most tests nowadays say they can give accurate results up to six days before your missed period. Well, apparently my body likes to be special because this VERY faint positive only appeared after I was already a week late. I knew something was happening with my body -- I'm a very regular person, always have been, and I was having cramps like it was nobody's business, and they weren't normal cramps either. So I kept my fingers crossed that everything was okay. Three days later, I took another test and it was a much stronger positive. At that point, I sort of started to believe I was pregnant. I say sort of because even now, nine weeks later, I'm having a hard time believing that it's true. I guess I always wait for the other shoe to drop and with something I had the potential to be so happy about, I was just waiting. So, I made a doctor's appointment to go get everything checked out and see what he had to say. They don't have patients come in until six weeks, so it was a little bit of a waiting game. 

Too long to wait if you ask me, but I guess it makes sense. The night before the first doctor's visit, I still took yet another test just to make sure that I wasn't going crazy and that I really was in fact pregnant. I even took a different brand so that I would know the box that I had wasn't defective. I guess you can call me neurotic and crazy, but I'm always just waiting. 

So with that being said, this is the beginning to our journey of becoming parents. I've decided to blog as a therapeutic process. There is SO much negativity out there, all the horror stories and not enough of the good ones, and it's easy to get lost in all the horrible things that can happen. So I'm hoping that this turns out to be a success story and that I can blog about each and every step along the way. It's a place for my prayers, my thoughts, and my wishes -- and maybe even a little bit of a support I guess....