Wesley and I have been married now for nine years, so naturally, everyone always asks us when we're going to have kids. We always smile and reply that our kids have four legs, and that's enough for now. And we truly believed that, as there has always been something going on in our lives that keeps us from saying, "Yes, the time is right for a baby." You see, because of health issues, we didn't think we could have kids without "help", and we just hadn't set aside time in our lives for the time and possible heartache that could entail.
Long story short, in July I was "off", if you get my drift. I thought, "Oh, here we go, more problems!" It didn't even occur to me at first that there may be something a brewin'. I had a pregnancy test that was 2 years out-of-date, and after a few days I just thought I would give it a try. I truly didn't believe that it would deliver the news that it did. I was in COMPLETE SHOCK! Then I thought, "OK, it's out-of-date and probably not right, anyway." Mind you, Wesley is working on a roof somewhere with Lance, so I am completely alone with this news. I went to Wal-Greens and purchased another test, and yep, it gave me the same results. It was still a couple of hours before Wesley was due to be home, so I paced and worried, paced and worried. I knew that my blood sugar levels had not been where they should, so I was freaking out, knowing that could mean major complications. So, what's the best cure for worrying? The Internet. Everything I read demanded that diabetics get blood sugars well under control months before trying to conceive. My mind was racing, and hormones were rampant, so you can imagine what an emotional mess I was. The worst part was that it was a Saturday, so I couldn't call my doctor or talk to anyone else about it.
Wesley finally came home, and was going on and on about his day. We were on the deck, and I had the test that actually said "pregnant" in my pocket. I managed to slip it onto the railing, and as he was talking, he glanced down. He said, and this is a direct quote, "Holy, Sh*%!" He looked at me in disbelief and then amazement and then a grin spilled over his face. He grabbed me in hug, and I don't think he said anything else for at least a whole minute. And so it began...
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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