What's been going on...

Thank you so much for the prayers, support, phone calls, text messages and emails! I truly appreciate it and feel so uplifted to God!

On Thursday, we went to our 1st OB appointment. I was very nervous about the whole thing. I was scared that they wouldn't see anything or worse we would see a little Gremlin or something in there. We had to wait a really long time because my doc got called to the hospital so that sent the grandmama's into hysterics calling every few minutes and leaving messages.

I was pretty sure I was 6 weeks along on Thursday. According to the first day of my last period. I was sure. He does the exam and then the ultrasound and we see a sac but no baby. He did say he saw what looked like a tiny yolk sac. He kept asking about my dates and I told him it was January 13th which puts me at 6 weeks. He said my dates must be off and I'm not as far along as I thought. I half-way believed him, half-way believed something was wrong. He said to come back in two weeks to see if there was any change. I cried ALL the way to work. I was sure there was something wrong.

For three days, I have cried the ugly cry like 4 times. The waiting and not knowing for two weeks is almost like a death sentence. I am trying to stay positive but it is difficult not knowing. For two weeks, I have had an upset stomach on and off. Since Thursday, it's been kicked into high gear. It's been so bad that this morning I told Brad I felt really, really dehydrated. We debated about going to the ER for fluids but decided to try some Gatorade for a while and see how that worked. So far it's helped.

I have been praying constantly for God to grow this little baby; to please not take it away; to ease my worries and stomach. Well, that's what's been going on...