My momma keeps asking when I'm going to write again and I keep getting side tracked which is actually par for the course right now. So let's catch up!
Since my last post I finally finished all my surgeries and procedures. Yay! Since the car accident I've had 3 major surgeries and 3 semi-surgical procedures. Not to mention the countless massages and chiropractic appointments. Yeah, it was a busy 7 or 8 months. Glad to be done with all that!
My last procedure was a couple of nerve cauterizations on a Tuesday morning. Things went really well, but I felt a little off afterward. Two days prior I all of a sudden had to get my hair cut right then and there. This is very out of the norm for me considering I am crazy picky about who cuts my hair. My stylist lives 4 hours away-like I said, crazy about who touches my hair. Well, I got it cut by some girl at Cuts by Us. She didn't do the worst job, but it also wasn't "woohoo!" I tipped her $7 on a $13 cut. That should have been my first clue. The off-ness on Tuesday should have been my second. I brushed them both off and went about my week. Then came Thursday night. I was at church as usual when at the end I felt sicker than a dog and almost began crying, because I couldn't find Isaac to take me home. Again, not a typical me thing to do. On the way home as my stomach feels like I'm about to barf everything I've eaten since Monday and I'm crying hysterically, I notice I'm freaking Isaac out. :) As I'm crying and he is trying to figure out if I need to go to the ER, I'm trying to think what my problem is. As we are almost near the hospital (it's on our way home), I see the sign for the Women's Pavilion. Then it hit me as I'm yelling at him to take me home and I'll explain when i can calm down. Poor guy, i felt like I almost gave him a heart attack as I was completely fine the entire day up 'til then. We get home, I pray to the porcelain gods, Isaac is pacing, and after 10 minutes of "prayer" I can finally catch my breath. I told him, I thought I was pregnant and was peeing on my dollar store prego test first thing the next morning.
Keep in mind, I have been told for a number of years that it would be very difficult if not impossible to get pregnant. I had also had 3 surgeries in the few months prior. With that much anesthesia, it throws all your hormones (esp the chick ones) way off. I hadn't had my period for 5 months. Then had it and 2 weeks later had a surgery (typically when I would ovulate). So amongst all of that craziness God just might have pulled an "I told ya so." Friday morning came and I sprang out of bed and grabbed that good 'ol dollar store pregnancy test. As I was watching the test and it was drawing the fluid up to the test and control line areas, that sucker light up like a Christmas tree. I showed positive before it even got near the control line. Holy cow, I'm pregnant! I jumped in the shower to get my day started...and began yacking again. Yup, I'm pregnant all right. I told Isaac as soon as we got home from the gym, told my mother about a week later, and the rest of the world a bit after that.
Just one little glitch, I was starting a new job in a week. Oops! I had an appointment with my OB a couple weeks later and then told my new boss. That one was a hard conversation to have. She just kinda looked at me like I was crazy when I told her the date. All she said was, "That's COM graduation day." Oh crap! That's our second biggest project in my new position. The biggest is orientation, which is 1-2 weeks later. I just quietly got up and slinked away. A few days later she was a lot calmer about it and is now really happy for me.
Since I found out, we have had some awesome moments regarding the pregnancy and finally settled on the car accident. It's been almost a year since the accident and I'm glad it's done and the Lord has created a miracle or two in the midst of the storm. I know I kept this one short. I think it was more for my sake than yours, because I needed to stop and remember that even in the hard and crazy storms, God is still with us and will even throw in a miracle or two when we wait on him.
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