EEP! EEP! EEEEEEEEEP!!! We are having a baby boy in January! I’m so beyond excited I get to share this with all of you! Keeping this secret for seven weeks has been really hard because all I have wanted to do is squeal “I’m pregnant y’all!!!” The first trimester is now in our rear view mirror so now I can finally do it…I’M PREGNANT Y’ALL! This explains why I’ve been so quiet on social media and laying low. I’ve been enjoying (yes enjoying) the sickness and fatigue that comes along with growing a human inside of me! And because I’m so tired, I thought it might be nice to have Nick share our story…
“Little did we know only four short weeks after our miscarriage, our second miracle was happening which would be revealed to us on the morning of Saturday, May 28th, 2016. Kara and I had just finished reading this blog post on Facebook when I turned to Kara and said “Isn’t it a little strange you haven’t had your period yet? I bet you are pregnant!” Kara adamantly denied the possibility that she might be pregnant again and brushed me off with a shrug and a smile. I persisted and said “Will you just take a pregnancy test to put my mind at ease?!” Kara reluctantly agreed to take a test, if only to put my mind at ease…and probably her’s a little as well.
I jumped out of bed and rushed out to buy a bundle of pregnancy tests. The excitement started to build as I was checking out at CVS with those little pink boxes. When I got home, I gave a test to Kara and walked away trying to hold my excitement in at even the smallest possibility that lightening would strike twice. It was like we were enacting a scene from the blog we had just read. There they were…one solid line and a very faint line. BINGO! Kara exclaimed there was no possible way as she grabbed another test. This time, there was no escaping the reality of those two solid pink lines…PREGNANT!
Kara called and scheduled blood work for the following morning. Needless to say, sleep was only a thought as we lied awake in shock and amazement. A couple of hours after the blood was drawn on Sunday morning, we received a call from a nurse who said Kara’s levels seemed to suggest she was pregnant but they couldn’t tell for sure. There was still a question about residual levels from the miscarriage, so we scheduled a scan on Tuesday with a doctor to confirm. I’m sure they didn’t want to get our hopes up again, but I knew in my gut Kara was pregnant.
I like to refer to the next two days as the longest of my life. I mean it was ALL day Sunday, then ALL day Monday (which was Memorial Day so I didn’t even have work to take my mind off of it), then the long drive to the Dr.’s office (5 minutes). We were both trying to not get too excited because, honestly, I don’t know if we could handle more bad news. I couldn’t bare to sit there and see that look on Kara’s face again if the Dr. told her she had to undergo more heartache and pain as a result of complications from our miscarriage. Luckily that wasn’t the case!
The Doctor came in and put us at ease immediately as she said, “Hey there! So I figure based on your levels we took on Sunday, you’re about 6wks along! Lets take a look.” We stared in disbelief and amazement at the screen as she prepped the machine. Then there it was, another miracle, our baby. Our doctor said, “Everything is right were it’s supposed to be, and look there’s the heartbeat!” I immediately hopped out of the chair and grabbed Kara’s hand as she started crying. Kara exclaimed “Are you serious?!” through her tears of joy. “Of course Kara” the doctor replied, “I wouldn’t kid about something like this!” There it was. A flicker of hope, light, life, and joy. It reminded me of a little flashlight blinking on and off. Our doctor congratulated us and said, “Kara this is great. This is what it looks like when everything goes right. Everything looks perfect. I’ll see you back here in 7-10 days.”
After that day, our lives became a blur. We held our breath every time we had an ob scan done as we had been wounded and were expecting bad news at every turn. We quickly decided we couldn’t live that way because our little miracle didn’t deserve fear to rob all the joy and excitement out of his young life. After nine weeks of watching our baby boy dance and wiggle on scans, we graduated from the fertility specialist to an OB by receiving the sweetest little silver spoon and wishes of good luck in the future.
So for the past several weeks, we have been resting and giving thanks for all the fatigue, the nausea, the gagging, the food aversions, and cravings, sleepless nights and every moment we spend sharing our hopes and dreams with our little baby. We’ve spent our nights narrowing down the baby name list and practicing writing it out, me in print (cursive is hard) and Kara in cursive. Our weekends have been full of house hunting craziness and stashing away the sweetest baby clothes ever! We can’t wait to meet our son, hold him, love him, and read to him my favorite baby book growing up.”
– Nick a.k.a. the happiest dad in the world!
We’ve dreamed, hoped, and prayed for this precious time in our lives for six and a half years. The heartache of infertility is unimaginable and absolutely unbearable without the grace and strength of the Lord. Thank you friends and family for your support and love throughout these years. We have experienced God’s love right here on Earth through your kindness, endless encouragement and hope filled prayers. We LOVE you!
And now…a bunch of photos from our little family photoshoot with the talented and fabulous Shelby Rae Photographs! I started following Shelby on Instagram and love her photography art. I knew that if I ever had an important life event I wanted to share, I would want Shelby to capture it. Enjoy!
P.S. Go ahead Momma, tell everybody you know! Shout it from the mountain top! xoxo