Sitting at the dining room table, comfy in sweats and bare feet, full and refreshed from a homemade breakfast and neighborhood walk with my friend, Kim...
I can feel it - It's going to be a good day.
The fresh air blowing through the screen door and the swish-swash sound of the dishwasher running makes for a relaxing combination. (Is it weird? I love the sound of the dishwasher.)
It's been a relaxed kinda week all around. And I know it has something to do with the photos below.
(Don't let the picture fool you. It's two of the same ultrasound shots.)
I met Steve at the doctor's office on Monday morning. We waited less than 2 minutes to be taken back. I was excited and at ease.
So much, that I quickly bent over to take my boots off, smearing my bright pink lipstick across my white shirt. So, as I went to lie down, I did the appropriate thing and pulled the paper blanket over my lipstick stain. Leaving a little too much of myself exposed. Steve laughed, looked at me and said, "Really?!, so you'd rather greet the nurse with your hoo haa as soon as she opens the door, rather than let her see the stain on the shirt?" He had a point there.
The nurse knocked on the door, Steve and I still cackling. I felt so carefree. And just had this pure and amazing feeling everything was going to be good.
And it was.
All I could do was smile and
look up at Steve, as he squeezed my shoulder and held my hand while the nurse told us exactly what we were looking at.
I knew what we were looking at - something strong and beautiful. Something that was just the beginning and yet still such a milestone.
In my heart, I truly felt it was one. and...it was. :)
One healthy gestational sac, where our baby is making its home, popped up on the screen.
I've gotten pretty good at reading the nurse's expressions and could tell she was pleased with what she saw. She told us it was embedded nice n' deep in my uterus and everything was looking just as it should. I got dressed and ready to talk to our doctor - It being the first time we saw him since we found out we're pregnant. As we turned out of the waiting room, he welcomed us with a huge grin as he led us to his office.
I felt a lump start to form in my throat but held the tears back.
It was dreamlike walking in there knowing we were pregnant...knowing that after all this time, we were about to sit face to face with him and talk about happy and positive numbers and results.
I thanked him up and down, calling him "the baby master."
He told us he was thrilled, as he flipped through the pages of my folder. He shook his head, smiling, and then looked up at us, telling us my numbers were all awesome and that the ultrasound photos were showing everything as perfectly as he hoped it would be.
Before we left, he shook our hands and told us to come back in exactly a week.
I shook his hand, but really, I wanted to jump over his desk, hug him tight and plant a big kiss on his face.
Baby Marino is in there.
Steve and I stood in the parking lot hugging, wishing we could go out and celebrate right then and there. As I drove home, I laughed at myself because I couldn't cry - so unlike me. I was drunk on a happiness and a kind of peace that is all so new to me.
Ten minutes into the drive, I searched for a radio station. And then this song came on - the one that helped me write that post.
The tears started flowing. It was cleansing and healing and meant to be.
Again, here we are, one step closer.
Monday was full of sweet surprises. As soon as I got home, I went to our mailbox. Discovering a package bursting with all of these thoughtful treats from a beautiful friend in Australia.
Yes, of course, I cried again.
Kerry, you made a sweet day even sweeter. Thank you.
You weren't kidding - those TimTams are amazing. They make switching to decaf even easier. :)
THANK YOU, lovely lady!
In other news, Steve made a move and finally invested in the Snoremaster 3000.
(really called pure sleep.)
All he has to do is sleep with a super sexy retainer in his mouth, and BAM - no more grizzly bear snores. Hooray!
Twinkie's tail sneakin' in the picture.
Veronica and Kerry visited on Tuesday.
She's a crazy cat
lady baby and I love it. She chased Twinkie and Muffin around the coffee table, up n' down the stairs, and under the table. I think Twinkie may have even lost a pound or two.
She loves going treasure hunting. And always makes use of anything she finds.
She was a happy girl and I was happy to see her and her mama.
Yesterday, Vania came over for lunch.
After stuffing ourselves with salad, we decided we needed to balance it out...
with a walk downtown for a couple of ice cream cones.
I want another one right now.
We were sad to see them go. They were that good.
Today, I am 6 weeks pregnant.
And as each day passes, regardless of any "fun" symptoms that make their way into the day,
I feel more and more like a new woman.
I feel more and more like a pregnant mama.
I'm so thankful.
Have a sweet day, friends.
Thank you for the encouragement. <3
I'll be back sometime on Mother's Day.
Happy and Hormonal Lovin'