I suppose any woman who’s ever tried to get pregnant is familiar with “Day 1”. For those who have yet to begin this journey or for whose pregnancies were a surprise, Day 1 is the first day of your period. Or as my Reproductive Endocrinologist puts it “your first day of bright red blood”. SICK. Today is my Day 1. Sorta.
Day 1 for me was really May 11th. I found out I was pregnant for the first time when I peed on a stick the morning of May 11th. To say it was a surprise would be an understatement. But maybe it shouldn’t have been. It was only 6 days before my 30th birthday and my husband and I were less than a month away from our 4th wedding anniversary. To say that prospective grandparents were getting antsy would be another understatement. I guess god was getting antsy too because he decided it was time.
As I stood in our bathroom, pee stick in hand, screaming for my husband, I had no idea what a blessing god had given us. And as he tried to contain his excitement while reminding me to breathe my husband could never have predicted what the next several months had in store. If you got your calendar out or did some quick math you might have already figured out that my pregnancy didn’t end the way all pregnancies should. I miscarried at ten weeks.
But that’s another story. A story that was too private for me to share at the time. I thought about it. But I just couldn’t. So this isn’t that story. Bits of it will show up here, but for the most part this blog will focus on our journey forward. So, here we go.
This is my Day 1.
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