Our first Dr. Appt!

Once we found out about the baby, we immediately scheduled our first OB appt at Greenville OB-GYN in Greenville, NC.  The appt was scheduled for July 29, 2010.  I was having mixed emotions and I think Brandon was just overly excited all together.  In my mind, I guess I still thought that I could have possibly showed a false positive and there wasn't a baby at all.  All Brandon could talk about was "I better get to see my baby today." "Do you think they'll give you an ultrasound?"  Haha, he was so precious and supportive.  When we got to Greenvile, I had to fill out SO many questions and signed so many papers.  I felt like I was signing my life away.  We saw a midwife that day and I think we are going to choose to have a midwife throughout the whole pregnancy.  You have the choice between meeting 6 doctors or 3 midwives.  I know the doctors there are great and each of them will do their best to take care of me and my baby, but I would rather spend the 9 months meeting 3 midwives and getting close to them than meeting 6 doctors.  Too many people for me to remember haha!  The time with the midwife went well, she just answered some of my questions I had and we went over some paperwork that I had to sign.  After the midwife left, we were taken to the ultrasound room and we got to see our little baby for the first time.  I was so excited and you know Brandon was too.  I measured six weeks and one day and my due date is set for March 23, 2011.  We got pictures and I took some from my phone as well and sent it to all of my friends and family.  We are so thankful for everyone's love and support and looking forward to our next appt on Sept 3, 2011. 

Telling our families...

After the initial shock of being pregnant passed, Brandon and I debated on when to tell our parents and how the best way to break the news would be.  Finally, we realized that there was NO good way of telling them but it had to be done soon.  The day I found out, I immediately called my dad and told him right off the bat.  Its weird because most daughters normally tell their mom all the girly stuff about the body and the major things in life like sex, pregnancy, etc.  Well, I am totally different.  I have always been able to talk to my dad about EVERYTHING.  So when I found out I was pregnant, I called my dad and said "Daddy, are you busy?"  He was like "no, whats going on?"  I told him that I needed him to sit down if he wasn't already because I had something serious to tell him.  When I told him, he didn't freak out..he just asked me how sure I was and a few more questions.  He accepted it and told me whatever decision we decided, he stood behind me and Brandon.  Hearing that was SO comforting, and Im glad I had his support.  If only telling the rest of the parents were that easy, this would have been a breeze!!! 

We decided to tell Brandon's parents first.  I was suppose to "follow" Brandon's lead.  REALLY?  You can only imagine how that went right?  Well it didn't go as planned.  All afternoon, ironically people around his Dad were talking about grandchildren this and grandchildren that.  The topic of conversation through the late afternoon and early night involved babies.  I remember we were sitting at the kitchen table and Brandon had barely eaten a thing.  He cooked steaks on the grill, baked potatoes, green beans, and bar-b-que bread with cheese (my favorite meal by the way) and neither one of us could eat.  Brandon's mom had brought up a random subject about selling my scrubs on Craigslist, and Brandon's dad chimes in with a question about my future job and how you can't be around embalming fluid when you're pregnant.  Ms. Pam says "well, she doesn't have to worry about that for a while because they aren't having any babies anytime soon."  Neither me nor Brandon could say a word and all we could do was keep our heads down.  Finally, Brandon says..."well.........................." and just stops.  I could have kicked him for not finishing his sentence.  Like I said earlier "following his lead" didn't go as planned.  I then said, Im pregnant..Im going on 6 weeks.  No one in the house said a word, it was a time where you could hear crickets chirping outside in the field next to the house.  Ms. Pam started crying, Mr. Gary was shocked, and Brandon's brother Blake started screaming and saying he was going to be an uncle!  I continued eating my steak with Mr. Gary as Brandon went outside to talk to his mama.  They were outside for what seemed like 30 mins...finally she came in and hugged me and we both cried.  It was a huge relief to get it off of our chests, but in the back of our minds, we knew we had to tell my mom now.  That was going to be the hard part for me. 

I called mom as we were driving over there, and I told her that we were stopping by and that we needed to talk to her.  She was like okay, Im awake..come on.  Little did she know, her life was about to change in about 5 mins.  As we got to the house, and went inside..my heart was racing and I knew that if I coughed one good time, my heart would have shot through my mouth.  I was SO nervous.  There weren't any easier way of telling her than another so I just blurted it out.  "Im pregnant"  She started immediately crying and screaming at me and just completely in total shock.  Every way she acted was every way I imagined.  It wasn't the fact that I was 21 years old with no degree, no husband or anything, it was the fact that I'M pregnant.  She knows how hard it's going to be and I do too, she was just looking out for me.  I knew that she would get over the initial shock eventually and it would get better, and it did.  Thank goooodness! 

We both know that things weren't suppose to happen this way.  We know that we were suppose to be finished with school, and in our careers and married.  Brandon is a police officer for Kinston so technically he has his career but he is in school just like me.  So things were still suppose to fall a different way than this.  I honestly never wanted children.  Atleast I said that forever.  I didn't grow up and say "ohh, I want 2 children or 3 children."  I always said I didn't want a single one.  I know that children are blessings and I am counting that blessing as I speak.  We are young and we weren't ready for this, but it's now time to grow up and accept it because we are going to be parents in 7 months.  : )

My next blog will be our first appt!  Check back soon!

The day we found out!

On Saturday, July 17th 2010, I woke up with a feeling that only a new mother would have.  I've always heard that if you are pregnant, you'll know it one way or another.  I remember leaving the house and getting some lunch that day.  Brandon was working night shift so he was in bed and no where near me at the time.  I drove to the mall and sat in the parking lot for what seemed like hours, debating on going into the store.  I finally went into the Dollar General behind the Vernon Park Mall and bought the cheap-o pregnancy test and said "well, a test is a test..we'll see what happens."  My very good friend Kara was working that day at the US Cellular in the mall, so I went straight over there and sat down at her desk and said..."I think Im pregnant and I bought a test."  She told me to go to the back and take it, so I did.  It immediately showed two lines which meant positive.  I didn't cry, I didn't make a scene...I slowly walked out to Kara and said "Im pregnant."  She was like "yeah right, stop lying."  I said "no, I wish I was lying, go look."  She walked to the bathroom in the back and said "wow, your pregnant!"  She then instructed me to go get a "real" test from the Rite-Aid, so I did and sure enough, that one came back positive as well.  I ended up taking two more that day and nothing changed.  The thoughts that were going through my head were crazy!  I asked so many questions to myself and my mind was spaced out that whole night.  I had decided to wait and tell Brandon once he got off work Monday morning so his mind wouldn't be stuck on this when it needed to be focused on his job. 

Well, I woke up Sunday morning and had some time to think about it all over again.  At this point in time, I was crying so hard.  It hit me that I had to tell Brandon and I couldn't wait any longer.  So many emotions were running through me and so many thoughts went through my head.  I was so afraid of how he was going to react.  I remember he was sleeping around lunch time and I started crying so hard, it woke him up.  He was like "baby, what is wrong with you?"  I said "Brandon, I need to talk to you.  It's serious."  He was like "okay, well stop crying, what's going on?"  I said "Im pregnant" and he didn't say anything.  About ten seconds later, he said "are you sure?" and I said "yeah Im sure, 4 for 4 tests were positive."  He was like "okay, well what do you want to do?" and I told him I didnt want to give the baby up, this happened for a reason.  From that moment on, he has been by my side through every single thing.  I couldn't ask for a better person to share this time of our lives with.  So Brandon, if you read this, I LOVE YOU and thank you for all you do!

I'll be posting more soon! :)