Thanksgiving weekend…one year since we found out that Sienna would be completing our little family. In honor of getting that Big Fat Positive twelve months ago, here is a little blurb from that journal entry:
11-27-12 – 4 Weeks
Well, here we go again – pregnant and due August 2013. I can’t believe we got knocked up again on the first try – I am so grateful and excited and just hoping it sticks. I actually tested on Thursday, Thanksgiving, because I knew that if I wasn’t pregnant I wanted to drink. The test looked negative, but if I tilted it a certain way or looked really, REALLY hard, I thought there was a line.
Later when the test dried there was a faint line, but I knew anything after 10 minutes was invalid anyway. Despite the early bfn (big fat negative), I really thought this was our month, and I knew we would get a positive test eventually.
After a couple days I couldn’t stand it any longer so I decided to test Sunday morning. Sure enough, a line popped up before the first minute passed. I was pregnant again. I called out to Brent and he just replied “you’re pregnant?” “Yup!” I guess we’re old hands at this by now.
No spotting since then, and not too many symptoms so far. A little bit of cramping, and I guess I’m more tired, but it’s hard to say because I’m always tired mid-day, but at least I can nap when Lexi naps. My boobs are also pretty sore; a symptom that I felt a few days before the positive test, but seemed to lighten up until yesterday.
I guess the plan right now is to test again Thursday. If all is well I can call the doctor to see if I can get in to get my hCG levels tested to make sure the baby is growing on schedule. Hopefully I will be able to get in for an earlier ultrasound to hear that heartbeat by 7 weeks.
Right now I am so happy, and just praying that this baby will join our family in 8 months. I know I need to be realistic about the odds, but from the get-go, I just feel like this pregnancy will stick. I hope, I hope, I hope.
Sure enough, this Thanksgiving was celebrated with a healthy four month old little girl joining us at the table (for a few minutes at least). It was easy to count my blessings this year: two healthy, happy girls.