So, I figure that we need to go back to the beginning if we are going to tell Asher's story properly... On New Year's Eve 2010, very early in the morning, our lives changed forever. I had a feeling the day or two before that there was a very slight possibility that I might be pregnant, and since we had some leftover tests from the last time I thought I might be, I decided I would take one. I woke up up before 6am that morning and couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about it, so I decided just to go and take the test. Now, I was honestly expecting it to be negative, so I thought there was no reason to wake Ross. A few minutes later, I frantically shook Ross and told him, "I need you to come here and look at something for me." Of course he was confused and half-asleep. He came into the bathroom and I said, "tell me what this says", pushing the pregnancy test in his face. He sluggishly looked at it and said, "it's pink, there's a pink line." I asked him to look again, I said, "you see TWO pink lines, RIGHT?!?!?" He confirmed that there were two. I then asked him if he knew what that meant. He looked at me, paused, and said, "No way, are you serious?! You're pregnant!" We both stood there in utter disbelief. We continued to be in extreme shock, and decided to go out for breakfast to discuss what this really meant. We were so freaked out! We were excited, worried, shocked, and scared to death all at the same time. We canceled our evening plans with very good friends, as we were supposed to get really dressed up and go to the city for a fancy meal... we knew that if I didn't have a glass of wine at dinner and champagne with them at midnight (at the party we were supposed to attend together), they would know something was up, and obviously we weren't ready to let the cat out of the bag just yet. I took another pregnancy test on this day, and then a third test the following day, obviously ALL were very "pink." We knew this was huge and that it was going to change our lives forever, but we had no real concept of what that would look like at the time :)
Here are some pics of my pregnancy from when I started to "show" around 20 weeks through past week 40, just days before I had Asher. Most of you know that I didn't love being pregnant. Some of the time it was just fine, and there was a small window when it was kind of enjoyable (somewhere in the 2nd trimester). In the beginning, I had crazy "morning sickness" that lasted ALLLLLLL day and night. UGH. That finally passed, and then things were OK for a while. It was very cool feeling the baby move for the first time, feeling him have the hiccups, and seeing him grow... I finally "felt" pregnant then. Then, around the end of the 2nd trimester, I started to have terrible "round ligament pain" that progressively got worse and worse and worse. My OB said that it was common and nothing to be worried about, and she also said aside from taking it slowing when switching positions and doing some stretches, there was nothing I could do to ease the pain. :( She was right. It went from being a dull ache to stabbing/shooting pain, and it was pretty constant from that point until I delivered. awesome. Then, since I was very pregnant during the very hottest time of the year, I got to endure crazy swelling and 100 degree temperatures when I already felt at least 10 degrees hotter than everyone else. I was ready to be done by about week 34 ;)
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