I'm 5 weeks! It feels awesome to be writing those words. I feel so incredibly blessed and excited with this pregnancy. Trey is excited, too! Every once in a while he'll just look at me and giggle--I don't have to guess what he's thinking about.
We found out I was pregnant last Tuesday, September 20th. I knew there was a strong possibility I could be pregnant because I was 2 days late, and that never EVER happens to me. I'm very . . . "on time"?
The dogs started their usual stirring around 4:30 AM, and instead of telling them to "Shhh, lay down!" to try and get those few extra minutes of sleep, I went ahead and let them out so I could take the test. I did the test and put it on the counter to wait the instructed 3 minutes, but I didn't have to wait that long. After less than a minute, the "Pregnant" line showed up clear as day, and after 3 minutes it looked like this:
I woke up Trey and said, "Come look at this!" My sleepy husband got out of bed and came to the bathroom. He looked down at the test and said, "I told you so!" He had guessed a few days ago that I was pregnant, but I wanted to wait until I was officially late to test. We hugged and kissed, then looked at each other. "So what do we do now?" he asked. "I'll call my OB later and my endo to get the ball rolling."
I went to my OB that afternoon to do the initial blood work. I got a call back the next day that my levels were right on schedule for someone who's 4 weeks, my hcg levels were over 500. I did another blood draw on Thursday, which I'm still waiting for the results. My first ultrasound was scheduled for October 20th, I'll be 8.5 weeks and praying they find a good, solid heart beat. (If you guys are reading this, then they did.) ;-)
I saw my endo that afternoon as well. He congratulated me on my pregnancy and took my A1c. To be honest, I was a little nervous about what the number would be. We figured we had gotten pregnant while on vacation and I was CGM-less for a week, not the best environment for good blood sugar control. However, I was astonished when I saw 5.6! I actually asked the nurse, "Is that right?" She looked back at the machine and said, "It's right. Not gonna argue with it are you?" "Not at all!" I said with a smile. I texted Trey and said "A1c = 5.6! Hellz yeah!" We set up my next appointment for October 24th, with blood work a week before.
I haven't really been having any bad symptoms yet. I keep having this nagging worry that something will happen before our first ultrasound; it plagues my mind all day. I have made conscious efforts to keep those thoughts out of my mind, even to the point of writing down reasons why I shouldn't worry: I'm a young, healthy female. My numbers are solid. There's absolutely no reason to be worried and every reason to celebrate.
I'm sitting with a smile on my face at that last sentence. For the first 4 weeks of this pregnancy, I haven't really celebrated because I was so worried. But now that we've seen the heartbeat and know there's a baby inside me and not a monster causing my morning sickness (more on that later), I can't help but smile . . . and freakin' tear up a tiny bit.