When life throws you curveballs
So, now that everyone knows our news, I can finally write a blog post about it. Obviously, like I've said in previous posts (bahaha..there's only like 6 of them) I'm really terrible at these things. I know when I was in high school and Xanga was big, I'd write on that junk all the time. Now that I have Facebook, I have a hard time keeping up with anything else. Maybe posting once in a blue moon makes it a little more interesting to read instead of me posting every day about stuff. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
For all of you who know Steven and I, in December we will have been together for 8 years. Yes, we started dating in high school when I was a freshman and I had just turned 15 when he asked me to be his girlfriend. Mom has no idea where her head was when she allowed me to date someone as a freshman, especially someone who was pretty much 2 years older than me. All I have to say to that is that we're still together mom! Obviously, we've been together much longer than some people have even been married, and when you look at it that way, shoot, why hasn't a kid popped out before then? Well, duh, we weren't married yet! Not until 3 months ago--3 months and 9 days ago to be exact.
When I was 16 years old, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (also known as PCOS). What is that you may ask? Exactly what the name says silly goose! You get all the cysts all over your ovaries, or in my case, I just get super gigantic ones on them. Um, gross? Yes. I wasn't too worried about it when she told me, but then she had more news to tell me. She told me that when the time came and I got married and decided to have children, it would be really difficult for me to conceive a child and that I would have to take medicine to help the process along. Mama was in the room with us when she was telling us the news and she was just like "hold the phone, yo! Kid's only 16, I think that can wait a while!" but I was a little sad in my mind because, shoot, who doesn't want to have a slobbery little munchkin that poops and pees all the time?
Well, time finally came and I married just the sweetest and most wonderful person I've ever met in my life. But did we have kids on the brain right when we got married. Heck to the NO! That could wait a few years, for sure! We're finally in the same city, let alone the same house together, and we really just wanted to enjoy each others company for a while as we finished up our schooling to make a better life for ourselves and for future children waaaaaay on down the road. After the honeymoon (whoop!) Steven was about to finish up his last year of his Master's degree and I was heading off to Augusta for my Nuclear Medicine Technology orientation at the Medical College of Georgia (or whatever it's name is now--I've gotten lost on that boat) after the summer was over. Well, orientation week came along and I was all sorts of emotionally out of whack. Like seriously, I was basically bawling my eyes out because I was so homesick, and I had only been away from home for literally like 5 hours. Normal? I think not. Then, it was almost 2 seconds later that I turned into Creature from Harry Potter. I mean really, who does that? I seriously could have given myself whiplash from that roller coaster of emotions. I suspicioned, but I quickly put that thought out of my mind, and kept trying to live in denial. After that week, I was dying to know why I was going so psycho.
Thank goodness for Saturday morning cross country practice. Steven seriously could not have left that house any SLOWER that morning. And if I thought he took too long leaving, he sure as heck was as slow as Christmas coming home that morning. I hadn't warned him of my suspicions after that week (but, I had suspicions earlier the previous month because as a runner, I know my body, and I know when something isn't normal for me!) so I ran to the bathroom to put my mind at rest. Like I've told everyone, that pregnancy stick turned positive before it ever reached it's terrible fate of landing in that nasty yellow stuff we all get rid of. I really think that poor stick was terrified. Naturally, I laugh hysterically, because it obviously isn't correct. That big window that shows the plus, oh, that's just the control window, and I was going to find it in the instructions to prove it. Wrong. So wrong. That was definitely a positive test. No worries, it's not like I had only been married for 2 months or anything, no need to freak out..oh wait...
Of course I'm the perfect wife and tell my sweet unsuspecting husband in such a cutesy little way that you find all over Pinterest. False. I'm probably the most horrible wife in the world. I left it sitting on the bathroom counter, just so he could be equally as surprised as I was--I mean, it was only fair. He'd eventually find it when he came home to get a shower. And find it he did. And tear through those instructions he did. And the look on his face when he walked down the stairs was priceless. The only thing he could say was "are you being serious right now?" And what do I have to say? "Surprise!" We had to let that one sink in for a while. I think it's still trying to sink in, just a smidge.
When we went to the doctor just to check and make sure, they obviously had the same results as our terrified little stick at home. Poor doctors, probably thought we weren't excited at all. All I could think of was "have trouble having kids my booty!" Obviously, first time's a charm people. They were equally as shocked to know that we had just gotten married and now expecting our first child, but they all congratulated us nonetheless! After the initial shock wore off, we had to get down to business and think about what all of this really meant. We were both currently enrolled in school, Steven was footing all the bills, paying for both of our gas. I decided that my school needed to be the first thing to go, and I pursued looking for full-time employment..pretty much anywhere. I wasn't stressed at all about the whole thing--shocked, yes--stressed no. I've learned a lot in the past few months, and that's to have faith that everything will work out and that God will provide and take care of us. Knowing all of that, why worry? Worrying won't get you any closer to what you need, and it only causes more stress and strain that's really not needed at all. I did my part--filled out what seemed like hundreds of job applications (more like 30), and all that was left to do was wait and pray. The day I found out I had a job interview, was the day I found out that I was 8 weeks--pregnant 9 weeks after Steven and I got married. So excited! My job interview was scheduled for the day after my oldest sister was to have her precious little boys, and I stayed at the hospital until 3:00 in the morning to meet my sweet nephews and to make sure my sister was recovered and okay from her scary high fever after delivery. If the job was meant to be, it would be meant to be, and my sleep wasn't going to make one lick of a difference. I knew the whole thing was happening for one reason, God was looking out for me, and he was providing for his children. It may sound silly for some, but for others, I know you're nodding your head and saying PTL. Bahaha.
I'm not much of a planner. Wanna know why? Because when I try to plan things, stuff like this always happens. Having a little one was not on my timing, and not on Steven's timing, it was definitely God's timing. I prayed for this child since the day that doctor told me it was going to be difficult. And the prayer didn't go like, "please let me have this child when I want to have a child". It was "please let me have this child when you think it would be best". And I guess April of 2013 was best, and I am not complaining one bit. Sure, things are going to be tough and rough and I'm probably going to turn slightly crazy sometimes, but I got my prayer answered just the way I asked, and I'm going to take it and run like I stole something ( I love that saying!)
For all of you who know Steven and I, in December we will have been together for 8 years. Yes, we started dating in high school when I was a freshman and I had just turned 15 when he asked me to be his girlfriend. Mom has no idea where her head was when she allowed me to date someone as a freshman, especially someone who was pretty much 2 years older than me. All I have to say to that is that we're still together mom! Obviously, we've been together much longer than some people have even been married, and when you look at it that way, shoot, why hasn't a kid popped out before then? Well, duh, we weren't married yet! Not until 3 months ago--3 months and 9 days ago to be exact.
When I was 16 years old, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (also known as PCOS). What is that you may ask? Exactly what the name says silly goose! You get all the cysts all over your ovaries, or in my case, I just get super gigantic ones on them. Um, gross? Yes. I wasn't too worried about it when she told me, but then she had more news to tell me. She told me that when the time came and I got married and decided to have children, it would be really difficult for me to conceive a child and that I would have to take medicine to help the process along. Mama was in the room with us when she was telling us the news and she was just like "hold the phone, yo! Kid's only 16, I think that can wait a while!" but I was a little sad in my mind because, shoot, who doesn't want to have a slobbery little munchkin that poops and pees all the time?
Well, time finally came and I married just the sweetest and most wonderful person I've ever met in my life. But did we have kids on the brain right when we got married. Heck to the NO! That could wait a few years, for sure! We're finally in the same city, let alone the same house together, and we really just wanted to enjoy each others company for a while as we finished up our schooling to make a better life for ourselves and for future children waaaaaay on down the road. After the honeymoon (whoop!) Steven was about to finish up his last year of his Master's degree and I was heading off to Augusta for my Nuclear Medicine Technology orientation at the Medical College of Georgia (or whatever it's name is now--I've gotten lost on that boat) after the summer was over. Well, orientation week came along and I was all sorts of emotionally out of whack. Like seriously, I was basically bawling my eyes out because I was so homesick, and I had only been away from home for literally like 5 hours. Normal? I think not. Then, it was almost 2 seconds later that I turned into Creature from Harry Potter. I mean really, who does that? I seriously could have given myself whiplash from that roller coaster of emotions. I suspicioned, but I quickly put that thought out of my mind, and kept trying to live in denial. After that week, I was dying to know why I was going so psycho.
Thank goodness for Saturday morning cross country practice. Steven seriously could not have left that house any SLOWER that morning. And if I thought he took too long leaving, he sure as heck was as slow as Christmas coming home that morning. I hadn't warned him of my suspicions after that week (but, I had suspicions earlier the previous month because as a runner, I know my body, and I know when something isn't normal for me!) so I ran to the bathroom to put my mind at rest. Like I've told everyone, that pregnancy stick turned positive before it ever reached it's terrible fate of landing in that nasty yellow stuff we all get rid of. I really think that poor stick was terrified. Naturally, I laugh hysterically, because it obviously isn't correct. That big window that shows the plus, oh, that's just the control window, and I was going to find it in the instructions to prove it. Wrong. So wrong. That was definitely a positive test. No worries, it's not like I had only been married for 2 months or anything, no need to freak out..oh wait...
Of course I'm the perfect wife and tell my sweet unsuspecting husband in such a cutesy little way that you find all over Pinterest. False. I'm probably the most horrible wife in the world. I left it sitting on the bathroom counter, just so he could be equally as surprised as I was--I mean, it was only fair. He'd eventually find it when he came home to get a shower. And find it he did. And tear through those instructions he did. And the look on his face when he walked down the stairs was priceless. The only thing he could say was "are you being serious right now?" And what do I have to say? "Surprise!" We had to let that one sink in for a while. I think it's still trying to sink in, just a smidge.
When we went to the doctor just to check and make sure, they obviously had the same results as our terrified little stick at home. Poor doctors, probably thought we weren't excited at all. All I could think of was "have trouble having kids my booty!" Obviously, first time's a charm people. They were equally as shocked to know that we had just gotten married and now expecting our first child, but they all congratulated us nonetheless! After the initial shock wore off, we had to get down to business and think about what all of this really meant. We were both currently enrolled in school, Steven was footing all the bills, paying for both of our gas. I decided that my school needed to be the first thing to go, and I pursued looking for full-time employment..pretty much anywhere. I wasn't stressed at all about the whole thing--shocked, yes--stressed no. I've learned a lot in the past few months, and that's to have faith that everything will work out and that God will provide and take care of us. Knowing all of that, why worry? Worrying won't get you any closer to what you need, and it only causes more stress and strain that's really not needed at all. I did my part--filled out what seemed like hundreds of job applications (more like 30), and all that was left to do was wait and pray. The day I found out I had a job interview, was the day I found out that I was 8 weeks--pregnant 9 weeks after Steven and I got married. So excited! My job interview was scheduled for the day after my oldest sister was to have her precious little boys, and I stayed at the hospital until 3:00 in the morning to meet my sweet nephews and to make sure my sister was recovered and okay from her scary high fever after delivery. If the job was meant to be, it would be meant to be, and my sleep wasn't going to make one lick of a difference. I knew the whole thing was happening for one reason, God was looking out for me, and he was providing for his children. It may sound silly for some, but for others, I know you're nodding your head and saying PTL. Bahaha.
I'm not much of a planner. Wanna know why? Because when I try to plan things, stuff like this always happens. Having a little one was not on my timing, and not on Steven's timing, it was definitely God's timing. I prayed for this child since the day that doctor told me it was going to be difficult. And the prayer didn't go like, "please let me have this child when I want to have a child". It was "please let me have this child when you think it would be best". And I guess April of 2013 was best, and I am not complaining one bit. Sure, things are going to be tough and rough and I'm probably going to turn slightly crazy sometimes, but I got my prayer answered just the way I asked, and I'm going to take it and run like I stole something ( I love that saying!)
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