Playing Catch Up

I've had some friends and family ask me if the posts I put up were actually written at the time that the dates indicate.  The answer is yes.  Which means that I recognized the importance of writing every single thing at the very beginning...and it also means that in the last seven weeks I have done absolutely nothing to remind myself of all of the miracles taking place.

So, I am reminded today of my pregnant condition.  It is the 4th of July.  I have spent the afternoon eating (and eating...followed by Tums...and more eating) with family around.  While I am very happy that I can now eat at a fairly normal rate compared to weeks 8-13 (in which I was either nauseous or gagging from the smell of dogs and then puking after gag number three), I am now kicking myself for the snacking that was followed with a large meal.  Shall I put it in perspective?  Pinterest and Facebook...my favorite ways to waste time...have led me to actually play catch up because there are too many food posts and pins.  If I see one more ounce of anything even pretending to be edible, I may lose it.  I'll stop talking about it now because in explaining my disgust it's making me think of it, and I'm turning green in the process.

Let's take a step back in time.  My grandmother noted that she was disappointed in my prior posts how I had left out the part where our family officially became aware of what was going on.  Two nights before the initial sonogram, I had sent out a mass text to family saying that we wanted to go out to Cleo's (a local ice cream stand) to grab a bite to eat the next night.  I didn't tell each one receiving the text, however, that it was a mass message.  When everyone showed up for ice cream, they slowly pieced together as in-laws, sister, cousin, grandparents, etc. showed up that something more than ice cream was going on.  Because a few of my texts were sent to a few wrong people, suspicion had already been raised. In the garage full of picnic tables behind the rural novelty, we told everyone that I was expecting.  We also asked everyone to pray and explained the scary news we had received after the blood tests.  Everyone was positive.  My mother's mother said she would be praying...that it was twins :). And this would help explain why everyone had been able to respond with positive messages of "woo hoo" and "congratulations" after that first ultrasound turned out to be okay.

Between week 7 and 13 everyone seemed to find out though we (eh...I) was selective in who found out.  My dear husband decided that every coworker and customer and acquaintance should know.  My father told a dear church member, and the news went through the church like wild fire (and I should add here that I am hopeful if the news was about something negative in my life it would be prayed over and kept confidential), and finally our family was having a tough time reigning it in as well.  By the next church gathering, I had several people congratulate me and ask how I was feeling.  It was never that I didn't want people to know because I was ashamed or anything like that...I had just so many stories of miscarriages or pregnancy gone wrong, and I didn't want these same questions about how I was feeling to have to be addressed with my tearful explanation of my loss.  On the news traveled, and we let it go as it would naturally, but I told only my coworkers who were directly affected by my doctor's appointments, deciding that after week 13, I would inform everyone else...facebook would be the official medium that would show I was ready to take it public.

Allow me to be human and emotional here-while we have decided to share with family, friends, and acquaintances all about our new discovery and joy, there is also that small nagging voice buried deep in my mind that reminds me we are not fully out of the woods.  We may still have to face that day of explaining tragedy and loss...so I ask for your prayers for health for all of us through this pregnancy and beyond. Thank you for your thoughts!!