Telling the world..

I decided to do another entry. Yes, so soon. Since I'm starting this blog somewhat late in the game, I feel there's kind of a lot to catch up on in terms of my pregnancy and the few things that have been going on during it. So I want to catch up, deal with it.

With that said, I always want to remember the wonderful day it all became real and known to my family and friends. :) This may be long again, so deal with it also.. again.

So after the aforementioned longest weekend ever, July 5th finally rolls around and so does my doctor's appointment. I was so smiley and cheery that day, ready to get medical confirmation of the little bean. I remember the nurse who took my vitals was so sweet, talking about her own pregnancy, telling me she hoped mine was positive. Loved her! The doctor herself was a different story. I'm in the examining room, waiting, eager and happy still. She finally comes in, and before she really asks me any medical questions, makes small talk, or ANYTHING, she lays this one on me:

"So are you going to terminate the pregnancy?"

umm, what?

Does it LOOK like I'm here for a quickie abortion? Do most regretful mothers-to-be come to the doctor to find out for sure there's a life inside them before they go get rid of it? Does it help compound their guilt?  DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'm mistaking this clean, proper medical facility for a freaking back-alley abortion clinic?? Sorry, must've made a wrong turn. Wtf, lady?

I kind of chuckle awkwardly and say no, that I'm happy about this and want it confirmed due to positive home tests. Jesus lady. I know I look like a teenager but obviously I'm married and not looking around all shifty-eyed, pointing to my belly and asking you to please "take care of it".

Anyway. She THEN asks me standard medical questions, then finally SCOLDS me for not having been taking prenatal vitamins prior to becoming pregnant. Um, again, lady.. I don't understand you. You think I would be taking vitamins for a baby you originally thought I came here to ABORT? This doctor is foreign, so who knows how things are done in the Foreign Land, which I suspect is somewhere in Eastern Europe. Maybe she got her medical degree in Soviet Russia, where baby aborts you. Moving on...

Finally, it's time to take my whizz quiz and pass it off to the lab for my results. While I'm waiting, I get my vitamins from the pharmacy and then go back upstairs where the doctor brings me a printout reading POSITIVE. She then finds it in her judgmental, foreign heart to congratulate me, then I leave. In a nice positive note, as I was walking through the parking lot to my car, the very nice nurse from the beginning called to me and asked what the test said. I told her positive and she was happy for me. At least SOMEONE at the clinic was! haha.

I don't remember if I already had an overnight bag packed to go to Maryland, or if I went home first. Either way, I hit the road as soon as possible and told Mom I was on my way. I was so glad it isn't unusual to come home randomly just because I found a couple days to do so. I was so excited, and all I could think about the whole 4 hours was her reaction. A day or so prior, I bought a card at Target, since I wanted to tell her the news with something that would say it for me. I failed to find a cute, gender neutral baby item with something like "I love Grandma", so I opted for a card. Mom loves cards, and she keeps those shits forever. It said something like "Congratulations on your upcoming baby" and I drew a " ^ grand"  in front of "baby" to make it appropriate for her. Then I wrote "Surprise! We're pregnant!" underneath.

After I got to MD, I tried so hard to act normal, though I was shaking and probably on the verge of tears. I finally handed her the card, said something hilariously casual like "I saw this at Target, and thought you'd like it." It seemed like it took forever for her to look at the front (which had a baby in a pea pod), then open it and read. She looked at me with the most excited face and wide eyes and exclaimed, "You are?!?!" and we hugged and cried and it was amazing. I don't feel like I could ever write or explain enough to properly convey the joy and of that moment. (All together now, awwww). It was incredible. One of the first things she did say was "We have to tell my mom!" as she got up and started to grab her purse and put on her flip flops. It was 7 or 8 at night, so we hurried over before my grandparents settled in for the night.

We got there and my mom handed my grandma the card, who read it and said, "we're havin' a baby!" My aunt was also there so we all hugged and took pictures and it was another wonderful moment. Also by this point, I had made the ever-so-required facebook announcement to tell the world the news. I had sent the status with my phone, so by the time I got to a computer, I had quite a lot of messages waiting for me..

Lots of other people individually posted on my Wall, so in total I probably had about 50+ congratulations, which is incredible! I was truly overwhelmed with all the love Nick and I received.

I don't know how we ever settled down that night from all the excitement, but eventually we did, and the next day I was off to tell my dad, since he's an old geezer and was no doubt settled in by 9 or 9:30 that night. This entry has turned out ridiculously long and rambley just like the first, so I'll end the story here. Next can be telling my dad, which isn't as long. So afterwards I can get on to talking about current things as they happen... which was probably my original point in the first place. whoops.