2.5 years in the making

I've been trying to get pregnant now for 2.5 years, give or take a few months. Never would I have thought that the journey to motherhood would include this path we've been on. It's been a time of finding strength we didn't know we had, growing in our trust and faith in each other, and learning that our way is not the correct way. Everything is on God's time table.

That being said, I am excited to say that God has decided to bless me and make me a mom! Baby McKnight will be here on or around December 16.

I found out that I was pregnant on April 6, my grandparents 55th wedding anniversary. Since then, we have kept it a secret from everyone except my mom....well, and my co-workers. They have been so invested in the Baby McKnight saga that I just had to tell them.

We had our first ultrasound on April 25th. Everything looked great and we got to hear the heartbeat which was 127. Everyone immediately said "boy!" My co-workers even did some old wives-tale tricks which all came out boy...I guess we'll see this summer!

Morning sickness (aka morning and night sickness) have hit me hard the past 5 days. Fatigue has been around since the beginning. I'm tired all. the. time. I'll be 8 weeks on Thursday. I just can't freaking believe it.

I'm already showing and have been since week 5. Even Neil said something about me getting some new clothes because mine are getting tight. Two pairs of jeans have already gone into the "don't fit anymore" pile.

So now we pray and wait. I still take a pregnancy test at least twice a week. I took one today in fact. I don't take them every day because if something does happen, my hcg level probably wouldn't drop quickly enough to catch it after one day. Thus, I go 2-3 days between tests. Which actually means I'm taking more than 2 a week I just realized. Oh Lord, pray for my mind. I just realized I'm a lunatic. The dollar store has them for really cheap. I'll probably be taking them until I can feel the baby move. I'm just so scared that something is going to happen. And I'm a little crazy too.

I cannot tell you how much your prayers have meant to me. A friend told me today that she and her son pray for me every night. This floored me. And made me cry. I need everyone's addresses so I can write you all individual letters on how much you mean to me! Seriously!

Here are the pictures we got at the first ultrasound. Please excuse how crooked they are. It was my first time scanning pictures...obviously! 

 The picture above is getting Baby M's heartbeat. A strong 127 which is where it was supposed to be for 6 weeks, 4 days. Actually anywhere between 100 and 160.

This picture is Baby M. Well, he/she is between the two Xs. Measured exactly 6 weeks, 4 days.

*ok, so I posted this and now I'm freaking out. We decided to wait and tell people just in case something bad happened. Now I feel like the cat is out of the bag...we've posted it here and our families know. So now I feel like I have jinxed myself and this baby. I'm having a mini-freakout but I can't tell Neil because he already thinks I'm crazy half the time anyway.  Time for me to use some positive coping skills and BREATHE.