Friday, August 27, 2010

{5w0d}

And I thought getting pregnant was supposed to be the hardest part.

Today, the calender tells me I am five weeks pregnant. I've been waiting literally for years to get here, but now that we've been blessed with this crazy roller coaster of a pregnancy, I'm more anxious than ever.

I wake up every morning and grab my chest, just to see if it's sore. Some days it's more sensitive than others, but I'm never happy unless my touch is accompanied by a bruised-like sensation. Then I run to the bathroom, checking for any sort of spotting so I can categorized the color as dark yellow, brown, pink, red, or a mixture of them all, followed by a quick pregnancy test, and the realization that I sort of wish I was a boy.

Because my husband has no fear of colored bodily fluids.

And no uterus to over analyze.

On Wednesday, I woke up to a little pink spotting and some very tiny, almost invisible clots of red. They were so minuscule, I almost thought I'd imagined them, but I still emailed my nurse in a panic, requesting one more beta lab slip just in case. Understanding how I operate-and still feeling horrible about our second beta mix up I'm sure-she obliged and sent me our fourth and final beta request which I printed out and drove down to the lab to immediately fulfill.

314.

My beta's are still more than doubling. I know it's normal for most girls to spot a rainbow of colors during the first few weeks of pregnancy. And I understand that every little twinge I feel in my uterus, every morning I wake up and realize my chest is less sore than it was yesterday, and every time I see a tiny bit of pink in my underwear does not mean this pregnancy is necessarily over.

So why can't I just feel relief? Why am I more anxious today then I was last week when thought I had already experienced a chemical pregnancy? Why are high rising beta numbers not enough to ease my mind? Why do I feel the constant need to remind everyone who knows about this pregnancy that my betas are low and it may not last, as if I'm preparing them-and myself-for bad news?

Because I over analyze, and I know way too much. Because I've seen and heard more sad than happy stories from low beta numbers like mine, more than doubling or not. Because I know that spotting is never good, no matter the shade.

And because google is the devil.

No joke.

I'm incredibly frustrated with myself, because I know the real deal is that I'm experiencing a lack of faith. I'm ashamed to have had God show me so many amazing feet's in the past few months, yet I still question Him-and my situation-even when all signs are pointing to something worth celebrating. I almost feel like He'll end up punishing me for my unbelief in His ability to provide even more miracles instead of just trusting Him to have His way.

I do trust Him, I do know that God is powerful and omnipresent and capable of taking these low numbers and turning them into triplets. I know that He is watching over us and He has a great big plan for our lives. I know He can take this spotting, these low betas, and show the world His glory and power through this pregnancy.

But I also know that He may not choose to do that.

Fittingly, I'm reading through the book of Job right now, and I cringe as a follow the story of a faithful and righteous man who was robbed of his family, his riches, and his health yet still chose to follow the Lord and never once became angry with God or his situation. God allowed satan to utterly destroy Job's life, just to prove that Job would remain faithful; to show us all that it's possible to glorify God even in the worst of situations, leaving us no excuse to shake our fists at God when we get scared or angry.

I'm certainly not as faithful and righteous as Job was, but I can't help but compare myself to the possibility of his situation. No, God hasn't stripped me of my friends, family, earthly possessions or my health, but at times I feel so close to loosing the one thing I've wanted for years, and it terrifies me.

Although I haven't finished reading the chapter yet, I've read it before and I know how the story ends. After Job proves himself, continuing to praise God despite all he's endured, God restores all he had to start with, and then some.

I know that right now, I should spend more of my time praising God than worrying about what could happen with this pregnancy. I know I should be excited and hopeful, instead of leery and fearful. I should think freely about the possibility of holding a child in my arms this coming April, instead of the possibility of seeing nothing on our first ultra sound next Wednesday.

Right now my body is pregnant, but my head and heart still feel infertile, and it's a nasty place to be.

I understand that it's in my nature to worry, and that with low beta numbers that are still more than doubling-but slightly slowing down-coupled with random spotting, most girls in my situation would be feeling the very same things right now.

But I want more.

I want to celebrate and embrace this pregnancy. I want to wake up every morning and thank God for this gift, this enormous blessing, instead of fretting over symptoms and bodily secretions. I want to get crazy excited over a positive pregnancy test, instead of analyzing the darkness of the line or how fast it showed up as compared to the previous days test. I want to find that balance between being cautiously optimistic and ridiculously giddy, because we've waited so very long to get here.

I want to spend more time in prayer, and less time in fear.

Next Wednesday, I'll be five weeks and five days pregnant at our first ultra sound, and I'm anticipating seeing at least an appropriately sized gestational sac, yolk sac and a fetal pole at that time, since they should be visible between five and six weeks. By then, we'll know if this pregnancy is progressing as it should.

Some days are harder than others, and I've been told that it never really gets any easier. As the pregnancy progresses and each new milestone is crossed off, another rises and you hit a whole new level of anticipation. I also suspect this fear only increases once that precious child is birthed and placed in your arms, as your permanent responsibility for the rest of your life.

So I figure if I can't beat it, I may as well embrace it.

Today, I am a mother of a five week old fetus. My chest is sore to the touch, my beta levels are rising beautifully, my home pregnancy tests are turning positive for the first time in my life, and I've got more people praying for this tiny little blessing than I even know what to do with.

Last night, after our family pictures were over and everyone else had left, my husband and I stayed behind to capture a few shots of us holding our positive pregnancy test; which is something I've had my heart set on since two years ago. I already have a donated jogging stroller sitting in my garage, and I even know what brand of cloth diapers I want to use.

Despite my uncontrolled fear, it seems that God is right in the midst of making my dreams come true. It's way past time for me to bow out gracefully and let Him take it from here, trusting that He has this under control.

Because He certainly doesn't need my help.

Just my gratitude.

"Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow."
-Author Unkown

16 comments:

Brittney said...

Thank you for sharing your heart with us once again - you have such a beautiful way with words. I know the fear you describe well. It's true that I found a new reason to fear the worst with each day, week, month of my pregnancy that passed...yes, the fear doesn't ever truly leave you. But it does give you more reason to trust and lean into the Lord with every turn, and to know that He is absolutely holding your life and the little one(s) growing inside of you. I can't wait to see your amazing journey unfold, Tabitha. Take heart in knowing everything is in God's hands and that this is your time of blessing. Pregnancy is so beautiful, yet fleeting - try to bask in the joy of it. You deserve every happiness it brings:)

Kelli said...

I am ELATED for you and all the miracles that God is bringing your way! Praying you find peace and your mind allows you to rejoice in the fact that you are a mommy!
*Romans 15:13*

Lisa said...

Tab...YOU ARE PREGNANT!!! I want to scream from the roof tops for you, because I know ho wlong and hard you've wanted this. I know how hard it is, how anxious and worrisome early pregnancy is, but at this moment YOU ARE PREGANT!

It relly doesnt ever really get easier, even now with 2 kids I still think like an infertile. I thought time (and having a baby obviously) would heal that. But it doesnt. Its who we are, its what we've been through, and it doesnt ever go away.

but

YOU ARE PREGANT!!!!!!!!!

lparsons15 said...

I can't thank you enough for letting me follow your personal blog. Your words are so profound. I can't imagine being in your position and NOT being nervous..it has been such a long road..Hopefully you will have a bit of comfort on Wed when you get to see your amazing blessing on the screen.

Hoping for our own Peanut said...

Catching up and picking my jaw up off the floor. Congrats Tab, no one deserves this little miracle more than you!!

Life Happens said...

I think given everything that we've gone through to get to this point, we have every right to be anxious. But with each passing day and week, the anxiety gets a litle less, but it's still there.

I am praying that God will comfort you on this journey.

A.E. said...

Tab, He knows your gratitude, He knows your fear, but He also knows how you've shown faithfulness in this journey. I wish I could tell you that there is a point at which this will all get easier. At nearly 12 weeks, I am still not remotely close to that point. The positive side of this craziness is that we never take our eyes off The One who created this miracle. We are continually aware of His hand in this story and long for Him to sustain it. We pray for you often : )

t.bird said...

"Because my husband has no fear of colored bodily fluids"

i just about died. ha!

and the Lord understands. He knows you inside & out & He understands.

i can't wait for your u/s news. i'm literally waiting with baited breath over here!

Hillary said...

Even though I long to be pregnant, I can also easily imagine the fear and anxiety that must be such a struggle. Praying for peace and for your appointment tomorrow!!

Mrs. Hammer said...

I just wanted you to know that I'll be praying for your u/s today!

lparsons15 said...

I have been thinking about you guys all day! I hope it all went smoothly and I can't wait to read the news!

Momma Wilson said...

Thinking and praying for you guys today. I can't wait to hear all about the u/s!!!

lparsons15 said...

Oh yay! I am so happy you updated your side bar! Fantastic news!! Congratulations on your little miracle!

Hoping for our own Peanut said...

Ive been checking like a madwoman and see on the right that you have one perfect sac!!!! EKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU! CONGRATS, CONGRATS, CONGRATS!

colleen said...

woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mrs. Hammer said...

Oh my goodness Tabitha it IS a miracle!! I think that 11 is the lowest beta I've ever heard of!!!!