Friday, September 10, 2010


They say seeing is believing.

And not being able to see is probably contributing to my unbelief. It's the oddest thing, knowing that there is life growing inside of you but not being able to feel it, touch it, or see it; I suppose that's what makes it so hard to believe that I'm seven weeks pregnant today. Maybe if I could have an ultrasound done every day, then my mind would begin to comprehend this tiny little being that's taking over my body once and for all.

I don't have any symptoms. I'm not nauseated, I don't have cravings, I can't feel my uterus growing and I haven't gained any weight. I don't have trouble sleeping at night, my bladder hasn't taken over my world and I don't smell things any stronger than usual. I'm not exhausted, plagued by heartburn, overemotional or even extra irritable.

But my chest sure has it's own agenda.

If it weren't for this last little detail, I really wouldn't believe the second line on the pregnancy test, or the picture of a tiny little sac and fetal pole that I carry around with me. I used to just assume the growth, tightness and fullness of my already too large chest was due to the progesterone shots, but lately the girls just feel different. It's a small symptom, I know, but at least it's something.

So naturally, I've become obsessed with it.

Having given up on checking for spotting every morning, I just grope, grab, and poke myself instead; only satisfied if my morning ritual is followed by an aching sensation. There was an episode last week when I woke up to a pain free chest and panicked at the thought of a miscarriage just because I wasn't feeling a thing; but to my relief, just a few hours later the ladies were swollen, full, and hurting once again.

Sounds desperate, I know, but it's really all I have to go by for now.

I could see how some girls would love this pregnancy induced side effect consisting of a growing chest and a fuller silhouette, but I'm having my doubts. Already a full D-sometimes DD-prior to pregnancy, I just can't see this ending well, especially after reading that the average woman will jump up two to three cup sizes during and after pregnancy.

Do they even make unmentionables that size?

I always thought that at this point, I'd have a scrapbook in full force. There would be a belly picture starting at four weeks and continuing every consecutive week, along with all of our organized beta numbers, ultrasound pictures, and receipts showing the date and time we purchased our first pregnancy test.

Instead, I'm sitting here at my desk grabbing my chest- just to make sure it still hurts-and wondering if it will be safe to start documenting in the form of belly shots after we hear the heartbeat next week, or if I should wait until that coveted twelve week mark before I get too serious.

Curious as to weather or not I should be thankful-or worried-that I'm not feeling any symptoms of pregnancy; preferable in the obvious form of puking my guts out, and contemplating the impossible size that my chest could very well swell to in an unnaturally short period of time.

I know that every pregnancy is different, and I should be thankful for the fact that I'm not hugging the toilet right now, despite the fact that google states that if my baby's heart really did begin to beat last week, I should be feeling sick.

Oh, google.

So instead of driving myself crazy with assumptions regarding the state of my uterus, I'm forcing myself to give this baby up to God on a daily basis. Every morning-after checking my chest of course-I lie in bed after snoozing my alarm and spend the next five minutes thanking God for the life growing inside of me, praising Him for our little miracle and promising Him once again that I know this baby doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Him.

I know He is orchestrating every little detail, from the amount of blood flow traveling to my uterus to the tiny hands and feet that are emerging from developing arms and legs this week-although babycenter says they look more like paddles at this point than the tiny, pudgy extremities I'm picturing in my head-and He's in complete control of every single step.

And although I'm doing my best to fuel my body with the nutrients it needs by obsessively becoming a flexitarian, only God can grow this child. He's blending the eye color, skin tone, hair and other countless details that will make up our child, and I just have to trust that He knows what He's doing, and be thankful that I'm able to experience this miracle at this very moment.

I'm still terrified that we won't see a heartbeat an next weeks appointment, and after several unprofessional cervical position checks seemed to indicate that my cervix is lowering, I'm frustrated at my constant inability to just let go and let God. But after almost four years of infertility, I've been severely traumatized, and I have to realize that while it's normal to feel fear at this stage, I just need to give it up at some point. I've waited way too long to get here to ruin everything by stressing about things that are out of my control.

So while I can't promise that I'll stop grabbing my chest randomly throughout the day, I just may have to take that first belly shot tonight, preferably after my flexitarian dinner so it looks like something is actually going on down there.

It's time to get this party started.

“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”
-Author Unknown


Martin Family said...

Tab know you are loved and we are keeping you guys and your lil peanut in our thoughts and prayers! Enjoy it, it all goes by too fast!

lparsons15 said...

Fingers crossed for you guys for next week! Go ahead and grab your chest if it gives you a small amount of what you gotta do!

Robin said...

Grab away girl! That sweet little one is so tiny in there. You'll start feeling the tightness and tugging soon enough. And one day you'll be at a computer listening to your kiddo talk in the bouncy seat. Lots of prayers for you this week!!!!

A.E. said...

Tab, I just know in my soul that you ARE going to hold that baby in your arms. Do what you need to do to calm yourself in the moment, but remember how far you've come. Praying for next week. Heading to California again in six days. Unfortunately, we'll be in Newport Beach and Los Angeles. Better than Kansas, though. Always thinking of you!

Stephanie said...

Yes, lets get this party started!! You have waited along time to start celebrating!!
Just to you know, I was almost 2 1/2 months pregnant before I even realized, becasue I leteraaly felt NOTHING too! Take this as a gift from God! Praying hard for you and that sweet baby you are growing!!

Kelli said...

Can't wait to hear about your appointment next week! This is going to be the best party of your life!! xoxo

Cady said...

I hardly had any sickness with my pregnancy, and I have a friend who had none at all. I'm so anxious to hear about your appt next week!

The Two of Us said...

Can't wait to hear how you appointment goes! Still keeping you in my thoughts and prayers!

Melissa said...

Another similar thing! Just like the low Beta numbers I also didn't have ANY symtoms!! Not even breast tenderness. Never had any morning sickness what-so-ever! Google doesn't know everything!

Life Happens said...

The only sympton I had in the beginning was a little heartburn and my chest getting a little bigger too. I am fortunate not to have very many of the symptons like puking, etc.

Once you go in for your ultrasound and see the baby's heartbeat, it will be amazing! Good luck!!

t.bird said...

7 weeks!

i cannot WAIT until you see that beating heart sometime this week!!!


lparsons15 said...

Thinking and praying for you guys for the big day tomorrow!!I hope its all you need it to be!!! I can't wait for the update!

Hoping for our own Peanut said...

Anxious to read about that heart you saw today. :)

lparsons15 said...

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! So beyond thrilled for you both! Such a miracle!

Melissa said... AMAZING was it to see that beating heart. Can't wait to hear about it. Congrats to you!