It all started a year ago. I started feeling run down, out of breath, and out of sorts. I remember Christmas shopping for my husband and being so winded at the check out lane. I was still winded when I came home. I was starting to think my childhood asthma was acting up.
A few days later I was starting to gag at nothing. One morning I woke up and everything I tried to eat for breakfast tasted stale. It was later that day that it dawned on me...maybe I was pregnant.
Sure enough, the test came up positive right away. I remember showing my husband and he and I both not believing it. We went to get a digital to test again and that came back "pregnant" right away.
That is when the nerves set in! I began to stop praying for a baby and started praying for the baby (if that makes sense).
I called the doctor the next day and had an appointment for the following week for a dating ultrasound and to meet with the people who would be taking care of me for the next 35 weeks.