A New Adventure

It all began on Sunday, February 21st. I woke up to the most pleasant surprise of all. As most people know, we have been trying to conceive for almost a year now, so it really was (hopefully) a matter of time. Nevertheless, it was still a complete shock when the test popped up "Pregnant" in about a minute. The entire time I had been preparing for getting pregnant, I thought of a bunch of cute ways to tell Andrew that I was pregnant. I guess the shock of seeing the positive test was enough to make me forget about that and I went tearing into our bedroom (at 7:30 am on a Sunday) to my sleeping husband and began yelling at him (he says I yelled, I prefer the term 'strongly urged') to put on his glasses and look. He looked at the test and then at me and after a pause said, "You're pregnant?" I think it's taken us both a little while to get used to the idea. We immediately called the doctor's office and set up a time to get my blood drawn.
While we waited for the results of the blood test, we decided to go for brunch. I wasn't hungry at all so it was kind of a waste to take me to an all-you-can-eat brunch. We were about 3 blocks away from home when I got a call from the nurse. (Just an FYI here, the calls you get from the nurse telling you that you aren't pregnant and the ones that tell you that you are have the exact same tone to them so it's really hard to tell what the outcome is.) The nurse told me that my Hcg level was at 850 so, in her words, I was "definitely pregnant." Then came the difficult decision of whether or not to tell. I'd read warning to not tell about a pregnancy too early. However, Andrew and I are both horrible at keeping secrets - especially good ones, so we opted to tell our families. The response was wonderful and we felt so loved. :)
On Tuesday I had a follow up blood draw to test the levels again. Dr. Young called me early afternoon to let me know that my level was up to 1300 so everything looked great. The next step is my ultrasound on March 9th.

So far, my symptoms haven't been too bad, but just bad enough to make me feel like crap most days. Everything seems normal and I'm still getting used to the idea that I have to make sure to take care of myself for the baby. We're still so early in this pregnancy so we're are still nervous that everything goes ok.