It's Official!

After Chad and I definitively decided that I was in fact pregnant I knew I needed to get to a doctor immediately. However, we found out Friday evening, which meant that I had to wait until Monday to get to the doctor. How on earth was I supposed to wait that long? It was the first time in my whole life I wanted the weekend to hurry up and pass.

We spent most of the weekend online. Reading articles, looking at baby stuff from Wal-Mart (which has really nice stuff by the way), Babies-R-Us and Target. I read all about fetal development and tried to pin-point a conception date. We went over a million different scenarios. If I got pregnant on this day then I would be this far along and the baby would be due on this day. We were excited and gitty. It was absolutely adorable.

So I get to work Monday morning and I immediately call the doctor's office. I decided to go to a place called "New Horizon's Women's Care". A co-worker of mine went there when she delivered her first baby. I decided I wanted a practice that was 100% devoted to women's care. I got a same day appointment (how cool is that?) at 10:30. Holy cow--it seemed like forever.

When I arrived way too early, of course, I was immediately impressed. It was nice, quiet and new. I knew I had made the right decision. Not only that, but they saw me at my exact appointment time. That never happens. They took my height, weight and asked me a million questions. Then it was time for another test. I took the test and waited in the exam room. During this entire time Chad can not stop texting and calling me. He couldn't stand the anticipation.

The doctor come in and before she even sits down she says, "Well, congratulations. We're you planning this?"

My heart bursts with joy and I say, "Yes, we are very excited."

After the official confirmation it is just more questions. Her for me and me for her.

"I see here that you drink one soda a day," she says.

"I do."

"You've completely cut that out right?"

"Of course," I lie, I had a soda (cherry coke, my addiction the day before). I know caffeine is a no-no, so I do really need to stop. But still, no cherry coke for 9 months. Isn't that asking too much?

The doctor tells me I need to come back in two weeks for a general exam and then two weeks after that for the first ultra-sound! I leave with various brochures and info booklets and a prescription for a pre-natal vitamin. I also leave with a new perspective. I knew in that moment that everything was different and that my only concern now was to take care of this life, this miracle, inside me.