DISCLAIMER: This post contains information about our pregnancy. Because I know all too well how these kinds of posts may affect my fellow #ttcsisters and #ttcbrothers, I include this disclaimer to forewarn you. I understand how much these posts can sting and promise to continue to add the disclaimer on any post that may be related to this pregnancy (assuming viability) so that you may have the option to bow out of reading. I understand.)
Hello everyone! What a weekend we’ve had! Saturday, we woke up to a nice combination of freezing rain and snow. Oh joy. I had no complaints though. I’d been fortunate enough to get my hair done the evening before and was still wedding-tressed ready. It was nice to lounge around with the family even though I felt a little off. The nausea is getting a bit better, but the riding a ship feeling still exists for sure.
Sunday evening, after church, S. and I drove to the beautiful waterfront in Maryland to attend the wedding of one of his dear friends. I can not say enough about how beautiful this wedding was. She set the tone early in the year with her invitation on appy couple and the Pinterest board for the wedding attire. Seriously, it was a beautiful affair. Some may have critiqued, but you hope to get married only once and since you are the one spending the money, why not have the wedding you want. I get it and was more than happy to get glammed up to celebrate love.
Monday morning found everyone off to observe Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s holiday and had me up making a quick breakfast before leaving for my ultrasound. I’m not going to lie. I was a bit nervous. As I’ve posted before, sometimes I don’t feel this is real. I am always thankful for the nausea because it reminds me that something is going on. I went yesterday morning knowing that if all went well, it would be the last time I see the doctors and staff at our fertility clinic until we bought the baby back to visit or until we decided to excpand the family again. This day was going to be our graduation day.
And then it wasn’t. Nothing wrong. But when I walked in yesterday, the receptionist staff was surprised. They’d called to say the doctor had a family emergency and all appointments had been cancelled. No worries. They left a message, but with my work number. Since it was a holiday, I missed the phone call. It’s okay. I rescheduled for 17 January. So, hopefully the ultrasound will be held tomorrow.
I’m planning to swing by my baker and pick up a Graduation Cake that reads, “Thank you SO much!”. I also want to pick up a card to share some words of gratitude to the staff. This journey would not have been possible without God and without the thoughtful and steadfast actions of the clinic staff. They truly deserve it.
