This was embarrassing

Well, the first doctor's appointment I had was quite the experience today!

I waltz into my doctor's appointment, thinking that it was going to be a quick visit to talk about finances and billing. ...That was not the case.

I asked for anti-nausea medication (bless) and the doctor tells me to go down to the laboratory to get a urine analysis and get some lab work complete.

'Scuse me? When I talked to to the secretary on the phone on what to expect for my first appointment, they didn't say ANYTHING about blood work. (Nor did they tell me to come with a full bladder thankyouverymuch!)

I grudgingly walk over to the laboratory and she tells me that there's a person in front of me and that I'll have to wait to get my blood drawn. Panic ensued.

I sit down and start taking deep breaths to mentally prepare myself to be pricked with a gosh dang awful needle. I keep telling myself that I'm doing this for the baby. People started coming in and out of the door and I watch in fear that I'll be next. I see the nurse coming out with paperwork with my name on it (okay not really but I knew it was for me). Deep breaths Emily!

I request my right arm to be used as I'm left-handed. I warned her that I didn't too well with needles, and she told me that it was fine. I say a little prayer that everything that will be okay and prepare for the pain.

It did not go well. The initial puncture was fine, but then the needle started to move. This is where I start to wince and clench my eyes shut while continuing my prayer. Probably after thirty seconds she told me that she popped the vein, which resulted in immediate bruising. (Update: the bruise is 1 1/2" x 1".) The nurse asked me if I was okay and I quietly said "Yeah" while slowly breathing. She had to take the needle out, and it went all downhill from there.

I started to take really deep breaths to try and calm myself down from the pain. But then my nausea started to kick in really bad, and I gasped, "I think I might throw up." She quickly moved the trash can toward me and got me a cold, damp paper towel to press against my forehead. Everything happened so quickly. My ears were clogged (and ringing?) so I couldn't hear her properly on what she was advising me to do. I was also feeling really dizzy. My eye sight began to go blurry and dark as I rested my head against the wall.

I think she told me to put my knees up and rest my head on them, so I did. (I still couldn't hear her.) She asked if I needed water, so I grabbed my water bottle from my purse and started to drink from it. The nurse told me I had passed out, and that she needed to call it in. I put my water bottle back into my purse as the second (and third) nurse came to our rescue.

We decided that it would be best for me to lay down during the second attempt to draw my blood. We discussed what I had eaten that day and suggested that the lack of food + being pregnant is what probably caused me to pass out. The nurses suggested that I buy a snack at the pharmacy to help me get feeling better. (Which I ignored since I'm cheap and I have snacks at home.)

I told them that I was fine to proceed without eating anything so we continued. They told me to drink more water so I grabbed my water bottle. Little did I know, I forgot to close my water bottle mid-pass out. This resulted in water going all over the floor, and partially in my purse with all of my new pregnancy papers. Not fun.

Once in the new room, the second nurse did a great job distracting me while the initial nurse drew blood on my left arm (as I didn't want to get pricked again where I was bruised. She had bandaged my right arm very tightly to the point that I couldn't bend my elbow.) While it still hurt, it did not hurt as bad as the first time. When she told me that it was done, I honestly thought that the needle was still in my arm!

I was relieved to be done, so I walked toward the pharmacy to get my prescription. By the time I had walked to the pharmacy, I had become dizzy and decided to buy an overpriced snack anyway. Once I got to the front desk, I had to sit on the floor as they processed my prescription. I admitted to the pharmacist that I had passed out earlier. The worker was nice enough to tell me that I should open my snack now. Unfortunately I was unable to open it with how I was feeling, so she did it for me. They were quick to ask if I needed water, and I said yes. My mind was feeling fuzzy as I mindlessly gave them all the cards they needed while I was still on the floor. Pretty sure people were staring at me as I ate and drank my water, but I didn't care. Bless another worker, who gave me Smarties-- one of my favorite candies!

I relayed this information to Spencer as I sat down in hopes of feeling not so lightheaded so I could drive home. I didn't improve much, so Spencer had to leave work early and rescue me. Bless Spencer. He's been so accommodating during these 8 weeks. I don't know what I would do without him!

Let's hope that the next appointment isn't so crazy.

We're adding a leaf to our family tree!

So, if y'all haven't noticed... (and if you've been around me, you should have noticed.) I've been baby hungry for QUITE a while now. Every time I saw a cute baby (aka ALL of them), I would get wide eyes and turn to Spencer and proclaim, "BABIES."

We had recently been to a baby blessing for one of Spencer’s cousins on Sunday, May 5th. Holding a newborn baby did NOT help my baby hunger. Additionally, I had been feeling a little defeated as nothing was going as planned. I had a few genealogy companies I wanted to work for post graduation. But I was told from one company that they don’t hire new grads as contractors. Then another didn't have any contractor openings listed on their website anymore. I also found out that the volunteer work I wanted to do during the summer wouldn’t be ready until potentially Fall semester. On top of all that, I really wasn't sure what to do with my future as nothing seemed to be falling in place for me.

The next day (the day before our anniversary) I was blubbering to Spencer as we were laying in bed late at night. Having kids, Spencer’s promotion, and going to Tonga seemed to be all connected. We didn’t want to go to Tonga until we've moved out of our apartment. But Spencer also wanted to get at least three months in his new position before we head to Tonga. Unfortunately, the promotion had been pushed back over and over again since February. The fact that I have to get monthly check ups later on in the pregnancy made it harder to figure out when it was the right time to go to Tonga. But it seemed to be a once in a lifetime opportunity to go before we have kids. Nothing seemed right.

I had been struggling to fall asleep as I had been thinking about everything. So to nip things in the bud, I remembered I had a pregnancy test in a drawer next to my bed. I expected it to say negative as I had only been off birth control for a little less than 5 weeks. It was probably around 1:45 am (on our "anniversary") when I was shocked as I saw the “+” sign on the pregnancy test.

I was thrilled, and I couldn’t believe it. I ran and woke up Spencer, telling him that I needed to show him something. He winced at the bright light of my cell phone screen as I was trying to show him the positive pregnancy test. Spencer asked me how accurate the test was, and then I realized that it expired last November.

I became a little disheartened realizing the potential inaccuracy of the result. As we went back to bed and I started to search how accurate expired pregnancy tests were. The majority of the articles told me that they weren’t very accurate at all, and that I needed to take another pregnancy test to see if I was pregnant or not. I contemplated getting dressed and going straight to Walmart since I was wide awake. I wasn’t able to fall asleep until 3am.

I asked my boss if I could come in another day as I was feeling sick, as I thought Spencer gave me his cold that he had over the weekend. He agreed and I thought about going to Walmart early that morning. But I thought to myself that I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep after the second test, so I forced myself to go back asleep as I was very sleep deprived.

When I got up, I was in the car within ten minutes. I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t expect to be pregnant and that it doesn’t make sense. I tried to be calm and expect a "negative" or "not pregnant" response. I grabbed the pregnancy tests and made my way home.

The three minutes of waiting for the results were the longest three minutes of my LIFE.

When I saw the word “Pregnant” staring back at me, I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to tell Spencer right away, as I told him the night previous that I needed to take another one to make sure it was accurate. I texted him, “Call me when you get the chance?”, and “Like, ASAPish” when I was getting impatient two minutes later.

After doing some dishes I called him, and he told me he was in the car with his coworkers on the way to lunch. “Did you get my texts?” He said no, and that I was on speaker phone because he was going to go look at what the texts said. “....I’ll call back later.” Longest time of my life!

So he finally called back and I said something along the lines of “Remember how I took an expired pregnancy test last night, and I said that I was going to have to take another one to confirm? Well, I’m looking at this pregnancy test, and it’s looking back at me with “Pregnant” on it.” Spencer says “Wow, that’s big news!”

*We no believe it!

We continue to converse for a while about certain things, but we were still shocked about it all. After that, I continued my internet diving of what I should be expecting and found out that the sickness I had felt previously was not from Spencer’s cold, but morning sickness. Fuuuunnnn.

So, on our three year anniversary, we found out that I was 4 weeks pregnant! What a way to celebrate. :)

I'M PREGNANT!!!

No number of GIFs can adequately can represent how excited I feel.  

8 weeks pregnant today!