Waiting Welton's

So this entry should predate the first one, but I hadn't wanted to start getting excited until we had a confirmed due date, however here are some pre-prenatal checkup thoughts and observations:

So as I begin this adventure, I am an unwed woman. however that will all change in about two and a half months; these wheels have been in motion for more then 6 and a half months! AS we begin to start our new life together, we knew that we wanted children and because we are both in our mid 30's that we wanted them fairly quickly. As a younger woman I had been prescribed OBCs more then 18 years ago to help regulate my cycle, and I had also heard that with such a long exposure to hormones that it can take several months to conceive. So with that in mind, I purposefully stopped taking the birth control with several months to go before the wedding.
Life often moves at a faster pace, and it becomes quite easy to lose track of days at a time (I'm a PCW, and helping others micro-manage their lives can sometimes cause you to loose track of relatively important details in your own life; like your period for example). So it took me a bit longer then most (who get regular 28 day cycles) to realize: "hey, wait a minute...I'm not sure when my period is due". I waited a week, nothing. Another, still nothing! By this time I'm beginning to get symptoms that lead me to believe that there may be something else going on in my body... tender nipples, late/ missing period, unusual heartburn and increased fatigue. So off to the drugstore I go with, fiancée in tow, to find an "at home" test to confirm or deny my hunch. I decide to wait until Saturday morning, as that was my weekend off, and didn't want the pressure of going to work with big news on my thoughts.
It felt like two weeks to get through those 2 days. But early on Saturday morning, (really in the wee hours of the morning) I got up to use the washroom and decided to take the test even though my honey was still sound asleep. I peed on the stick and waited for the requisite amount of time to pass. There on that silly stick, a plus sign... I was in fact pregnant. Not unplanned, but earlier then expected. I quietly rolled back into bed with my little secret. I had left the test out, on the edge of the sink thinking that when honey got up in the morning that he would see it and come in to the bedroom with surprise and joy that I was filled with; unfortunately when he did get up ( and let me sleep) he by-passed the bathroom altogether. Later in the morning, when I did wakeup I asked him what he thought of the results, he didn't even realize that I'd taken the test!

So many emotions went through my thoughts in those first few days... was I ready to be a mom?, were we ready to be parents?, what would our parents say?, how would we afford to take care of a child?, is this the right time? Then, as I let the information sink in, and with the positive test sitting on the sink ledge in the bathroom for more then a week (so I could reaffirm that this was not just a dream) a calm, peaceful state washed over me. I am ready to do this, to be a mom, and soon a wife, and everything that comes along with that.

So, at this point I guesstimate that I probably conceived about 5 weeks ago, but am not positive. I head off to the doctor early in the week. She sends me for a wack-load of blood work, and an urine-analysis. A week later she confirms, what my body has already made loud and clear to me, that we are in fact pregnant! And our adventure on this roller-coaster begins.
According to my rough time-line we expect our due date is around February 5th, 2011. And up until now, I have still only experienced: heartburn, tender breasts, increased fatigue and the occasional desire for chocolate milk (I think it's too soon to call it a real craving). I've started eating healthier, as I am considered severely overweight, and trying to lead a healthier lifestyle as we prepare for our little bundle or joy.

One final note: we told our parents on Father's Day, we gave them each (my parents, his dad and step mom, and his mother) a framed poem to announce our impending arrival.

I do not have a face to see, or put inside a frame.
I do not have soft cheeks to kiss; I don't yet have a name.
You can't yet hold my tiny hands, nor whisper in my ear.
It's still too soon to sing a song, or cuddle me so near.
But all will change come early February, that's when they say I'm due.
I'm your new grandson, or granddaughter; I can't wait to meet you.
All I ask between now and then, is patience while I grow.
I promise I'll be worth the wait, because of all the love we'll know.
So what I have to give you now, is a wish to you from me.
I cannot wait to be part of this wonderful family.

All were pleased of our news, and the intended arrival of the newest member of our soon to be united family.