Welcome to my very first attempt at blogging!
I have never truly blogged before, so I am just now trying to teach myself all the ins and outs ... I am hoping that this online journal will evolve over time into something I can look back on and treasure for years to come. I am such a writer at heart, but rarely allow myself the time to just let the words flow. Couldn't be more excited about this new little project!
Now that the intro is out of the way, time to get down to the good stuff. This is (or, at least, is starting out as) a baby blog. Yep, you read that last sentence correctly. I'm pregnant! Surprise!
July 27, 2012 - It was a hot & sunny Friday afternoon in Glendale, AZ that I was spending with one of my "besties" (she loves that word), Kristie. We were having a girls' day ... heading over to the movie theater at Westgate to finally see Magic Mike (if you haven't yet, don't bother ... yikes.) and doin' some shopping. While browsing around at Target, I reminded myself that my period was exactly a week late at that point. Since our plans for that weekend included going out and getting considerably intoxicated, I figured the responsible, adult thing to do was to rule out any possible pregnancies before getting ridiculous. I realized since she was shopping with me AND I was spending the next couple of night with her, I would have to tell her about the test. I told her I needed to stop in the lady aisle and grab a First Reponse ... very casually, in the same tone I would use to tell someone I needed to pick up more Q-tips or some Mr. Clean Magic Erasers. Naturally, she started to freak out (like any good friend) and demanded that I NOT be pregnant. I reassured her that I probably wasn't, and that this would just be to ease my mind. "You'd better not be pregnant," she reiterated. "This is probably your last weekend of non-married drinking. You NEED one more weekend, Alicia!!" I understood her concern, but really didn't think it was warranted. I was sure the test would be negative.
July 28, 2012 - The next morning, I woke up early and went into Kristie's bathroom to get the verdict. After actually performing the test, I took it into the spare room I was sleeping in, closed the door, and called Steve. We had already discussed the fact that I was late, and had agreed to test once I reached the one week point.
I took a deep breath, and decided to walk across the room to look at the results. I looked down and saw the little digital word YES with a + next to it, and decided at that point that I couldn't talk, breathe, or stand up any longer. I collapsed back down on the futon bed, and desperately tried to get those two little words out ... but all I could muster up was, "I read the test." The rest of the conversation went something like this:
Steve: "What? You read the past? I can't understand you."
Me: "No ... I read the test."
Steve: "Yeah? Well?"
Me: (long pause)
Steve: "What does it say, Honey?"
Me: "It says YES, plus sign." (This is where I start to weep.)
Steve: "I love you so much."
So that was it! Our whole lives changed in that little moment. I took another test when I got back to WA, just to be sure (and because there were two tests in the box I bought) and sure enough - another YES+! I am currently 6 weeks, 6 days along, and feeling great. Not too many symptoms reeling their ugly heads yet ... the worst so far are the headaches - I've had five in the last week that were bad enough that I had to take low dose Tylenol - sore chest, feel like I'm almost up one cup size already (seriously - it's ridiculous), a few more trips to the bathroom than normal, and a few food aversions and cravings. Aside from feeling a tad bit queasy once or twice, no real nausea or "morning sickness" to speak of yet. Little Baby Nielson is currently the size of a lentil bean, so that's been our nickname for him/her - our little lentil. :) Steve and I, although shocked at first, couldn't be more thrilled to be on this journey together for the first time. I am so excited to share that journey with others through this blog, too! Thanks for reading and for caring. Love love!
July 27, 2012 - It was a hot & sunny Friday afternoon in Glendale, AZ that I was spending with one of my "besties" (she loves that word), Kristie. We were having a girls' day ... heading over to the movie theater at Westgate to finally see Magic Mike (if you haven't yet, don't bother ... yikes.) and doin' some shopping. While browsing around at Target, I reminded myself that my period was exactly a week late at that point. Since our plans for that weekend included going out and getting considerably intoxicated, I figured the responsible, adult thing to do was to rule out any possible pregnancies before getting ridiculous. I realized since she was shopping with me AND I was spending the next couple of night with her, I would have to tell her about the test. I told her I needed to stop in the lady aisle and grab a First Reponse ... very casually, in the same tone I would use to tell someone I needed to pick up more Q-tips or some Mr. Clean Magic Erasers. Naturally, she started to freak out (like any good friend) and demanded that I NOT be pregnant. I reassured her that I probably wasn't, and that this would just be to ease my mind. "You'd better not be pregnant," she reiterated. "This is probably your last weekend of non-married drinking. You NEED one more weekend, Alicia!!" I understood her concern, but really didn't think it was warranted. I was sure the test would be negative.
July 28, 2012 - The next morning, I woke up early and went into Kristie's bathroom to get the verdict. After actually performing the test, I took it into the spare room I was sleeping in, closed the door, and called Steve. We had already discussed the fact that I was late, and had agreed to test once I reached the one week point.
I took a deep breath, and decided to walk across the room to look at the results. I looked down and saw the little digital word YES with a + next to it, and decided at that point that I couldn't talk, breathe, or stand up any longer. I collapsed back down on the futon bed, and desperately tried to get those two little words out ... but all I could muster up was, "I read the test." The rest of the conversation went something like this:
Steve: "What? You read the past? I can't understand you."
Me: "No ... I read the test."
Steve: "Yeah? Well?"
Me: (long pause)
Steve: "What does it say, Honey?"
Me: "It says YES, plus sign." (This is where I start to weep.)
Steve: "I love you so much."
So that was it! Our whole lives changed in that little moment. I took another test when I got back to WA, just to be sure (and because there were two tests in the box I bought) and sure enough - another YES+! I am currently 6 weeks, 6 days along, and feeling great. Not too many symptoms reeling their ugly heads yet ... the worst so far are the headaches - I've had five in the last week that were bad enough that I had to take low dose Tylenol - sore chest, feel like I'm almost up one cup size already (seriously - it's ridiculous), a few more trips to the bathroom than normal, and a few food aversions and cravings. Aside from feeling a tad bit queasy once or twice, no real nausea or "morning sickness" to speak of yet. Little Baby Nielson is currently the size of a lentil bean, so that's been our nickname for him/her - our little lentil. :) Steve and I, although shocked at first, couldn't be more thrilled to be on this journey together for the first time. I am so excited to share that journey with others through this blog, too! Thanks for reading and for caring. Love love!
It was a shock, indeed! I'm so happy for us, though! I'm even happier that you are back home and I can start taking a more active role in the little things - like rubbing your back, kissing and talking to your belly, etc. My job is to make a good nest for you... I am so in love with you, and I'm looking forward to the unknown in the coming months.
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