Back to reality.
And reality was about to give us one of the greatest gifts one could ever wish for....
A BABY!
Baby Nesvold is set to arrive on or around March 2, 2013! I'm currently 12.5 weeks pregnant (13 weeks on Sunday) and finally getting to the point where I don't want to throw up every five minutes. We feel so incredibly blessed by such an amazing gift from God. Let me tell the story of how it all happened...
One stormy night on Galway Ct....
Just kidding. You are all know how babies are made. In case you don't, click here. Now boys, I'm going to talk about periods here, so if you don't like hearing about them, skip this part. A week before I was suppose to start my monthly visitor, I began getting bad cramps (just like the ones I get every month) so I figured, alright it's going to come and wasn't too concerned I was pregnant. We weren't really "trying", but we weren't preventing either (so I guess we were technically trying...call it what you will) As the cramps continued with no sign of Aunt flow, I started thinking more and more about the fact that I may actually be pregnant. During a mid week lunch with Nikki, my mind started to wander as she was convinced I was indeed pregnant. So when the Saturday came that I was suppose to start, I took a test. Negative. Another week came and went as I waited for my Aunt with no flow. We headed up to the family cabin in Hayward the next Friday for a nice weekend with some of Bjorn's family. Britta, Daniel, Bjorn and I went out to dinner on Friday then headed to the liquor store on our way home. It was attached to the grocery store so I snuck over to the pharmacy and bought a $5 generic test that I figured I'd take in the morning.
The next morning I woke up and my mind immediately went to the test. I snuck out of bed as Bjorn was still sleeping and headed to the bathroom. I did my thing, set it on the floor and sat down next to it. Then I saw it, it didn't take long, that little faint blue line. WHAT?!? My heart stopped and I think I was in complete shock. Good shock, but shocked. I ran into the room, jumped on the bed and woke up sleeping beauty with "come to the bathroom, I need to show you something". "Danielle, I don't want to look at the size of your poop". "Bjorn that's for later. Seriously come here". He wouldn't move. So I brought my lovely pee stick to him.
We spent the next 10 minutes laying there talking, hugging and both still in total shock but I will take that kind of shock any day.
Even though the test was positive, the line was still very faint. Later that night I headed into town and picked up 3 more test. Positive. Positive. Positive. And none of the lines were really that dark but I figured the directions say it doesn't matter how dark the line is, just as long as there is one there.
Because I'm not that great at keeping fun secrets, I ran upstairs and asked Britta for some help moving a suitcase. Looking confused, she followed me downstairs. I opened the bathroom door and just let her peek in. "Oh my gosh, are you pregnant?!" I still remember her face and how happy/in shock she looked. We told Bill and Joan afterwards and swore everyone to secrecy until we got further along.
Because you are technically 2 weeks pregnant before you are actually pregnant, that made me 5 weeks along when I found out. I felt great. I wasn't too tired, no nausea and no unusual pains. When I'd read articles about morning sickness, I'd skip that part thinking there was no need to read that, I felt great! Well little did I know that would soon change. We took a wonderful trip to Canada in July and headed back home on a Sunday afternoon. I felt a little off the whole day but nothing that a nap wouldn't fix. Then Monday morning hit (I had just turned 7 weeks) Oh. My. Sickness. I had to work that day and called my Grandma on my way home crying because I felt so sick. "Oh honey, I was wondering when you were going to feel sick. Our family has bad first trimesters. Your G.G. was sick, I was terribly sick and so was your Mom". Perfect. Just perfect.
I threw up every morning that week. I finally broke down and got a script for Zofran (an anti-nausea medication). It helped in a way that it made me not throw up, but I still had the all day nausea. During this time I also had some really great emotional breakdowns over....nothing. HORMONES! Woof. Thank goodness I have the world's best husband who is so patient and knows how to make the perfect bowl of cereal. I don't know what I would have done without him. Pregnant single moms, mad props to you.
My Mom and Jigger came in town that next week to hang out for 2 days before heading back to KC. That was the most difficult part of all of this, keeping it from my Mom. I tell her everything! A part of me felt bad for keeping it but I really wanted to tell her in person and make it special vs the telephone. It was so great getting to tell her in person and seeing her reaction, I'm glad I waited. I also loved seeing Cameron's reaction via facetime and hearing my Dad's as well as Josh and Jeremy's response to the fun news! That has been the best part of all of this so far, telling the people you love the most and knowing how happy they are for you.
At 8 weeks and 5 days I had an ultrasound to confirm there was in fact a baby in there, in the right spot, who had a heartbeat. Sure enough, everything was perfect! Watching Bjorn's face as he watched our little frog creature on the screen is something I will remember forever. Just pure happiness...but mostly "oh my gosh, this shit just got real" :)
So here we are, August 22nd. I'm 12 weeks and 4 days along. I'm FINALLY starting to feel better, whew. That was rough. Because all of the women in my family felt great after the first trimester, I'm hoping the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and I am getting back to normal. I had another doctor's appointment today and we heard the baby's heartbeat via doppler. My heart was so happy as I lay there listening to my baby's beat. I recorded it on my phone and have been playing it all day long. I can't get enough of it! I counted later with a stopwatch and it was about 160.
I will continue this blog as we head down one of God's most exciting and wonderful paths. We believe God sent us this little nugget to fill our hearts as well as our family and friend's with love and joy and have faith in what he has planned for us.
Love,
Danielle, Bjorn and Frog Baby Nesvold
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