So let me first start out setting the ground work leading up to the day I found out. I had finished my last pack of birth control in July and Chris and I decided I wouldn't get any more. He said we would discuss it over the next little while and see where we stand :)
Flash forward to October 5th. I was out for lunch with a girlfriend and when we got up to leave I was a little light headed. We both thought the same thing at the exact same time. As we headed back to work we stopped and picked up a pregnancy test. I don't think I stopped smiling the whole way home. Waiting for those 2 minutes was the longest ever. The next few hours were a blur. I hadn't told Chris because we never really discussed having a baby yet. I kind of brought up the subject and he mentioned maybe we should wait a bit. Eek, oops. It was 2 days later and I finally told him. I cried and he cried. I thought he was angry, but in fact he was happy too. We decided not to tell anyone else, until I went to the doctor, and I always heard you should wait at least 12 weeks. That wasn't going to be a problem as I was already 11 weeks along. With being a twin myself, the doctor wanted to schedule an ultrasound early to make sure I wasn't carrying twins. The ultrasound was scheduled for November 21st. The day after we got back from Aruba for Chris' brothers wedding. This trip also threw a monkey wrench into our situation. Not only was it all inclusive, but we hadn't told anyone yet.
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| Here's us by the pool (already 12 weeks along) |
I then needed to come up with a way to tell my parents when we got back. Thats when I came up with the perfect idea. After my ultrasound, I took the picture with me to Walmart and got it copied and put it as the last picture in my album from Aruba. I wish you all could have seen mom and dad's face when they got to the last one. Confusion followed by utter exhileration. It was awesome. Now everyone knew, and I was already almost 13 weeks, I was able to relax a bit.
My pregnancy was pretty routine. I craved apple juice like there was no tomorrow, which isn't too terrible, and I craved McDonald's fries with hot mustard sauce, not so good.
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| At Dave and Leannes wedding, April 21st |
I worked up until the 12th of May, which was a Friday, because Spencer wasn't due until the 28th of May. I remember I had to stop by my mom's on the Friday because I had taken off my shoes at work and couldn't get them back on and I had to go to the store. I gained 35 pounds with Spencer, but I think that day it was all in my legs.
Chris was working nights on May15th and around 11:30pm I got up to go to the bathroom (for about the 30th time that night) and I felt a small gush. Enough to know my water didn't break, but enough to be worried. I got on the computer and thanks to Google learned that to tell if it was indeed amniotic fluid I should lay down, and wait a couple of minutes and the sit back up and see if it did it again. Amniotic fluid regenerates to help during labour. Thats what it was, so I called the nurse on call. Since I wasn't having contractions and had an appointment in the morning she told me to wait and come in the morning. Chris called about 1:30 and after telling him my story, he was home around 3:30am. I showered, took a nap, and off we went at 8:30. The nurse said we should wait to see if anything happened. In the meantime out entire family showed up at the hospital. About lunch time I was given an epidural, but still nothing, only contractions. The epidural started to wear out and that is when I began to push properly. Our doctor almost missed the delivery. She stepped out to switch cars with her son because I was moving so slowly, but once I started pushing correctly, it was quick. She actually came in running :) We had picked out the names Spencer for a boy and Davinee for a girl. I was hoping for a boy, but a healthy baby was all I needed.
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| Spencer Graham Hoage 7lbs 5 oz 5:59 pm |
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