The medical profession is funny. Even though we’ve only known about it since Sunday and even though it only happened on the 17th of last month (yes, actually I do know the exact day), if someone were to ask me how far along I was today, I’d be able to tell them, “5 weeks!”
I’ll let that sink in for a minute.
Okay, so quick preggers math for those of you who aren’t as week-obsessed: Pregnancy is considered 40 weeks, not from the whole sperm boy meets egg girl part, but from the first date of your last cycle. Which is weird because it’s like being pregnant for two weeks before there was even an egg girl to meet the sperm boy. Science is just fun like that.
But back to the whole miracle thing!
The Rocket Scientist and I know that it’s not really considered good form to tell the world so soon because “something may happen”. And we know, we do. I have had too many friends who have lost pregnancies early on not to be painfully aware of that. But here’s the thing. I’m pregnant! And that in itself is such an awesome miracle that we can’t help but shout it from the rooftops. We did tell a few close friends and family right away (we called the parents at 4 in the morning but that’s another story) and asked them to pray for us. We so appreciate you all for doing that and we covet your prayers still. But we realized that, A) we’re just not that fearful, certainly much less than last time, and B) no matter what the outcome, we want everyone to know what an Awesome God we serve! I have PCOS. The Rocket Scientist also had some issues. Those two things together makes Doodle a total miracle even with the medical intervention. So to have us, here, now, pregnant, ON OUR OWN!! is absolutely a gift from God.
We’re due June 10th, 2010. Doodle will be a week (or so) past 26 months when he becomes the big brother we have long dreamed of him becoming. We are very excited, joyful, freaked, ecstatic, hopeful, blessed, amazed, and generally in awe. We can’t quite believe it at times, but there it is. I wrote in my journal a few days after we got the news that I was pregnant with Doodle, “No matter what, no one will ever be able to take this away from me. I am pregnant.” And it definitely feels that way this time as well. I am just so unbelievably blessed. My God is a great big God and He holds us in His hands.
*Okay, we didn’t actually call our parents at 4am their time, it was like 8pm and 9pm their time, so stop shaking your finger at me. The day I was going to take the pregnancy test, we were woken up just before 4am by the people across the street declaring their undying hatred of each other at the top of their lungs. I’m not kidding, the windows were closed and I could hear every word. Ugh. Anyway, I figured that that was my morning pee and I may as well get it over with (I’m notorious for being a day or two late, testing, and then immediately getting my period). Only it was positive. The Rocket Scientist had come down, too and made a mention that our parents would likely be up, so we decided to go ahead and call. There. Happy now?