Thursday, July 30, 2009

Finding an OB

Since my doctor is an oncologist/gynocologist, we had to find an OB. So after many suggestions from loving family and friends we decided on one.

Our first OB appointment is Wednesday! We are just too excited!

Cole is already talking to the baby. He kisses my belly at night (sometimes before me!). I've been given a new nickname "Prego" and the baby has a couple nicknames already - Little Peep and Bug. It is truly amazing how you can feel love for someone that you cannot see or touch but that you know is there, growing inside of you. I don't think I ever expected to feel this way but I know I am so happy I do. This is just amazing.

Say What?????

Last week things that should have happened, didn't. You know what I mean. ;)

I decided taking a test was in my best interest because I had this feeling. I cannot explain it but it was just a feeling. So I went to the drug store and bought a test. Actually it was a 3 pack! Hey!! I am a sucker for a good deal!

I took the test. And it came back positive. It completely shocked me! I started shaking and called Cole. He came home for a quick minute and looked at the test himself. "It looks positive to me" was his response. As I stood there crying, he held me and asked why I was crying. I told him it was because this wasn't supposed to happen to us, not this easy, not this soon. And even though in my mind I knew it wasn't supposed to - I knew it just did. I wonder if my Gram was up there in Heaven with God just smiling ear to ear because she already knew....

So I took another test. I just couldn't believe it. Another positive.

The next day Cole and I decided I should take one more - just in case the others weren't right. And again, I got a positive! So I called my doctors office in Toledo and they said to come in and have the blood test done to confirm. We did. My nurses all gathered while she pulled the blood and were wishing us luck and Sandy, my main gal was just so excited! We talked about how ironic it was that just a month before she and I were talking about fertility doctors and now I am sitting there to confirm a possible pregnancy.

On Monday, July 27th Sandy called us (they rushed our results) and I heard the words I didn't think we would for a long time. "Congratulations. You are pregnant!"

God is good.

Cole and Lindsey, bb (before baby)

Cole and I got married on New Year's Eve 2008. Since getting married, we've been living life and figuring out this whole married thing. Good times and a few ups and downs but no biggies. Life has been pretty good to us so far. We live with our "furry children" - Gideon, Molly and Ellie and also our "aquatic child", Eugene the Turtle. Cole works for the City and I take care of Cole.

We like hanging out with each other - playing board games, cooking, grilling, sitting by the firepit, traveling...just being together. Life for us is somewhat simple....well, kind of.

I was diagnosed with Endometriosis many years ago. ( I've had multiple surgeries, undergone many kinds of treatments (menopause was the worst!) and taken many kinds of medications. Each of these treatments and surgeries would affect my fertility. Cole and I knew that going into our marriage babies were something we both wanted but knew we may have to seek alternative routes to make that happen.

Months ago, Cole and I decided that since all of the medications I was taking were making me sick - I should just stop. We decided what we wanted to do was give it all to God. We wanted Him to have all control over my body and my disease. So I stopped the medications (with my doctors approval). Doing this could have created a great risk for us as we were no longer depending on the medicine to prevent the tissue regrowth on my reproductive organs. Instead, we were putting our faith in something much greater, God. And God provided. He always does. I started feeling better. I wasn't in as much pain, the pain was there but not as severe. My body was getting back on track, naturally.

Last month, I went in for my usual 6 month check up - which is an improvement because they used to be every 3 months! My nurse asked me if Cole and I were "trying" and she was talking to me about fertility options and she said that when we were ready to have babies I should probably go to a fertility doctor so that it wouldn't be so hard for us. That was kind of hard to hear though I knew it was something we definately were going to have to consider. So I just let it go and went on with our plan; when God felt we were ready - we would be.