The Light Shines in the Darkness

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
John 1:5

I am not going to sit here and claim to be 100% healed emotionally after our loss.  I feel I'm still too close to it to say that and maybe I'll never be 100% healed.  I don't know.

But I will say I'm in a healthy place with it all.  I'm able to get out of bed, smile, and live my life.

All because of the truth of John 1:5.

Losing our baby after waiting for that precious child for almost 7 years is the darkest place I've ever been in.

It's not fair.

It's cruel.

It's hard.

But the Light has shone through.

I want to share about our loss.  I want other people to have a better understanding of what we've been through.  I've talked to several women who have experienced the loss of a baby, but I've yet to find someone who has had an experience similar to our own.

I want to share our story in hopes that it might someday be of comfort to someone walking through such a deep and dark loss.

I want to share our story in hopes of finding women with a similar experience who might be an encouragement to me.

You will notice I don't use the word miscarriage.  I don't like that word. It feels like it simply refers to the loss of a pregnancy.  I lost more than the joy of being pregnant.

I lost my baby.

 It doesn't seem like a big enough word to describe the experience, the pain.

I will warn you now.  I'm going to share a lot of details that will not be fun to read for some people. Feel free to stop reading if you don't want to read the disgusting details.  I totally understand.

But if you care to know, here is the story of our loss...

On Monday February 5 I noticed the tiniest bit of blood when I wiped after using the bathroom that morning.  I didn't worry about it but just went on with my day.  I did eventually text Andrew and tell him.  That's how little blood it was.  I told my husband nonchalantly through a text message.

I didn't have any more bleeding that day so I figured it was nothing.

Tuesday evening came and I had the same thing that evening but with a tiny bit more blood.  This time I couldn't control the worry.  I began to cry as I told Andrew.  He, as calm as he could be, said "Let's use the doppler."

He grabbed the doppler my sweet sister in law loaned us and began searching for a heartbeat.  Neither one of us had a clue what we were doing.  We played around with it for probably half and hour or more and thought we found the heartbeat.  But again we didn't know what we were doing.  I got to the point where I was emotionally exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep.

On Wednesday when I had blood again my fears grew a little stronger.  That evening I decided to call the after hours number.  It happened to be my doctor on call.  I described to him what was going on.  Because it was such a small amount of blood once a day and I wasn't having cramps or back pain he felt like I would be okay until Tuesday when I would see him for my 12 week appointment.

On Thursday there was more blood.  I felt like each day there was a little more.  I was at jury duty on this day so during one of our breaks I called Andrew.  I needed him to calm me down and tell me everything would be okay.  He encouraged me to tell the women in our family what was going on to see if any of them had experienced it.  So at that point I sent a text to my mom, mother-in-law, and all my sister-in-laws.  Several of them told me they experienced bleeding during pregnancy or had a friend who did and everything was fine.  That helped get me through the day.

Friday was more of the same.  More blood but just one time each day.  We headed to Fayetteville that evening.  We had plans to stay with Cary & Sara and then go to a basketball with my parents Saturday night.

Friday evening was a sweet time with Cary & Sara.  We stayed up too late talking and laughing about names for our sweet baby.

Saturday morning we woke up and started getting ready for our day.  There was more blood and this time it was significantly more.  It was enough that I felt the need to wear a pad.  I was starting to really panic but I was determined to have a great day.

We spent the morning walking around Crystal Bridges.  It was a neat place but I was panicking internally and couldn't really enjoy it  For the first half I was anxiously waiting until we came across a bathroom.  I felt like there would be more blood and I just needed to know.  When we finally got to a bathroom my thoughts were confirmed.  I stepped out and told Andrew there was a significant amount of blood.

My lower back was also hurting at this point.  It had started hurting a little the day before but I put it off as being a side effect of sitting in a hard jury chair for two days straight.  On Saturday though I knew it was more than that.

From that point on I was checked out.  I no longer wanted to be around people.  I didn't want to fake a smile and pretend like everything was okay, but I also didn't want to be that overly concerned pregnant woman that freaks out over every little thing.

We left Crystal Bridges and went to lunch.  The restaurant was crazy busy so Cary, Sara, and the kids headed back to their house for lunch.  Andrew and I weren't starving and knew we were supposed to have dinner with my parents in just a few short hours so we decided to drive around and see our old apartment, dorm room, and all the fun things

As soon as we approached a gas station I asked Andrew to stop so I could  use the bathroom.  He pulled over at a grocery store.   At this point the little bleeding had become a lot of bleeding.  I was bleeding like I was on my period and I was starting to cramp.

All I wanted was to go the ER, but I couldn't seem to voice that to Andrew.  It was a combination of not wanting to be the pregnant woman that freaks out over everything, not wanting to pay an ER bill for nothing, and a fear that if we went to the ER they would tell me I'd lost the baby and it would all be over.

I called a few urgent care centers but none could do an ultrasound on a Saturday so we ended up at the ER.  I knew I couldn't function until I had an answer.

During all of this I started several text messages to my parents but never sent any of them.  I wanted them to know what was going on but I just kept hoping everything would be fine and there wouldn't be anything to tell them.

The nurse called me back pretty quickly once we had signed into the ER.  At least it felt quick.  Once we arrived at the ER I lost all sense of time.  It all just felt like a bad dream.

When they got us in a room the tears I had been holding back finally started to fall.  I found the courage to say aloud that I was scared and also felt ridiculous for being at the ER.

I snapped this picture with the hope of being able to later post it and say everything was okay.

A nurse came in and put an IV in to draw blood for several different tests.  The doctor came in and told us they would run test and get us back for an ultrasound.

A guy came in to take me for the ultrasound.  I don't think he was a nurse, maybe just a people mover.  Anyway he tried to tell Andrew that he wasn't allowed to go with me because it was against the rules.  Something about people sometimes getting violent.  Andrew was very calm and respectful but pretty much told the guy he wasn't stopping him from going with me.  I told Andrew I would be fine not because I was brave or thought I'd really be fine but because I was trying to fake hopefulness that everything would be okay.  The guy said he would ask the ultrasound tech if Andrew could come back with me.

The ultrasound tech acted like the idea of Andrew not being with me was crazy.  I was only by myself a few minutes before Andrew joined me again.

The ultrasound tech was so sweet and kind.  I laid there staring at one spot on the ceiling waiting for her to tell me what I knew deep down was happening.  She didn't say a whole lot during the ultrasound.  It wasn't long before she said she wasn't getting a good picture and needed to change to a vaginal ultrasound.  I knew then she wasn't going to be telling us everything was okay.

Andrew was watching the screen the whole time and also realized then what was happening.  He could see her measurements and knew the baby hadn't grown since our 8 week ultrasound.

I laid there as she did a vaginal ultrasound just waiting on her to say there was no heartbeat.  It seemed like it was taking her forever.  I just wanted her to hurry up and say the words that would bring my world to a crashing hault.

She finally stopped the ultrasound and said, "I'm not a doctor but I don't see a heartbeat."

I've heard those words a thousand times in my head since that afternoon.  And it hurts each time I hear them just as much as it did in that moment.

Andrew was by side and holding me instantly.  I don't know how long we sat there holding one another, crying.

Up until that point it seemed like the ER staff was moving pretty quickly.  Once we knew the truth about our baby we both just wanted to get out of there and go home.  I don't know how long it took us to be discharged but it felt like an eternity.

I laid in the hospital bed with my eyes fixated on the floor trying to tune the world out.  I didn't look at anything or anyone.  I felt like it was the one thing I could do to keep from falling apart. I told Andrew to turn my phone off.  He dug it out of my purse and said it was on vibrate.  I told him I wanted it off.  I didn't even want to hear it buzzing in my purse.

Andrew stayed by my side, only leaving to make phone calls or try to speed the doctors up in my release.  He called my parents first since we were supposed to meet them for dinner and a basketball game soon and then his parents.  I cannot even imagine how hard it was for him to have to tell my daddy and then his momma that our sweet baby's heart was no longer beating.  He called Cary to arrange for our bags to be packed.  Cary & Sara packed our bags and brought them to the hospital so we could just go home.  Andrew's oldest brother, Chris, went and picked up our dogs from the kennel and dropped them off at our house.  This may see like a small thing and I remember wondering why Andrew was arranging that when I heard him on the phone with the kennel.  It didn't seem important at the time.  But sometimes Andrew knows me better than I know myself.  He knew I would need the normalcy and the comfort of having those two dogs there when I got home.  I also think he simply felt like it was something he could do.  Chris also removed all signs of pregnancy from our home.  He took down our countdown to baby sign, our ultrasound pictures, and put away my pregnancy pillow.  He turned my electric blanket on and had everything all ready for me to just go to bed.

Andrew did his best to hurry the doctor and nurses along so we could be discharged and go home.  They were waiting to hear back from my doctor in Little Rock.  They needed an answer from my doctor on whether or not they should give me a drug to help speed the process along or if they should preform or schedule a D&C.  The on call doctor in Little Rock finally responded with a no to all those options.  We were released with what later felt like very little information about what we were about to experience. In that moment I had zero questions for them and I didn't care one bit about what they were saying.  I just wanted to get the heck out of there.

As soon as we were officially released, I got dressed, we gathered our things, and got in our car as fast as we could.  Doing this, I realized I had not eaten since breakfast.  Because of that and all the blood that had been drawn I felt very weak and on the verge of passing out.  Andrew made a quick stop at Sonic so we could eat because we both needed to eat even if neither one of us really felt up to it.  Then we began the long drive home in the dark with roads starting to ice over.

Driving home we would take turns crying.  Our hearts were broken.  At one point Andrew said he didn't think the lows of all the years of infertility were anything compared to the low we were walking through right then or would walk through in the coming days.  I told him that may be true but we had also never experienced such highs.  Those 12 weeks of being pregnant, of carrying our sweet baby were the best 12 weeks of my life.  I am so incredibly thankful for those 12 weeks.

As we got closer to home I began to think about the countdown to baby sign and the ultrasound pictures on the fridge.  I didn't know Andrew had already taken care of it by having Chris take them down.  I began to try and prepare myself to see those things.

When we walked in the house and I saw the ultrasound pictures gone it hurt almost as much as hearing there was no heartbeat.  I felt like my baby had been taken away from me again.  I didn't necessarily need to see the pictures right then but I needed to know where they were, that they weren't gone forever.  I don't know how loud I really was but I felt like I screamed at Andrew while sobbing, "I want my pictures back."  He grabbed me and held me tight, apologizing, telling me he didn't know if I would want to see them.

After that little melt down I crawled into bed and immediately fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be better.

Tomorrow was not better.

We barely left our bed.  We cried on and off all day.

I remember screaming at Andrew that I didn't want another baby I wanted my baby.

At some point during the day we managed to pull ourselves out of the house long enough to pick up some lunch and my medicine.

Andrew went into Wal-Greens to drop off my prescription.  The pharmacy was not able to fill my pain meds because the prescription was for too many pills.  Andrew, with double stuffed oreos and giant maxi pads in hand, had to explain to the sweet woman behind the counter why we needed those meds.  She promised to see what she could do to get it filled.

I don't really remember much of Sunday other than laying in bed and crying.  Andrew thought it would be good for us to get out of the house so we discussed going to see a movie.  I knew I didn't want to see anything emotional so we ended up just staying home.

I turned my phone back on for a brief time Sunday.  I read the text messages and facebook comments but didn't respond to any of them.  My phone wasn't on for long before I turned it off again.

Monday was a new day.  There was less crying on Monday but it was physically the hardest day yet.  I felt ready to get out of the house and wanted some new pajamas or  sweat pants to wear so we headed out for lunch and a little shopping.  While we were eating lunch I started having some cramping.  It wasn't too bad at that point but when we got to the mall and started walking around they increased.  Looking back I know it wasn't just cramps, but tiny little contractions.  I could still walk and talk through them but I had ZERO desire to be in Dillards shopping for Andrew some shoes.  I hung out in Dillards long enough to have a phone conversation with my mom.  It was the first time I had talked to her or anyone other than Andrew since we learned that we had lost the baby.


We quickly got back to the car and I laid the seat back while we drove to Academy.  Laying back helped slow the contractions, but as soon as I started walking around again they returned.  We bought my sweatpants (that I wear every day I'm not at work) and headed back home.

Earlier that morning the pharmacy let me know they were able to get my pain meds filled so I took one of those and laid down for a nap.  The pain meds made me feel extremely dizzy, nauseous, and totally out of it.  I told Andrew I WAS NOT taking any more.  The pain was not that bad.

That night Andrew's parents stopped by.  It was the first time I had seen anyone other than Andrew and strangers.  I mostly just listened to the three of them.  As we were visiting I began having contractions again.  Andrew was watching me from across the living room and could tell what was going on.  I'm not sure his parents knew. The contractions weren't too bad so I could carry on as I had been.

When they left that night we headed to bed and the contractions really picked up.  I could fill them all through my body.  There was no position I could get in to get comfortable.  Andrew kept offering me pain meds and I kept saying no.  About the time he got settled into bed I decided I wanted the meds.  I suddenly felt like I needed to pass something so I took off for the bathroom.  I passed a pretty good size clot, but it was not the baby.

This is gross but it is such a picture of love.  Every time I would pass something of significant size I would tell Andrew.  He would put on his surgical gloves and go into bathroom, and investigate what I had left behind in the toilet.

I knew it was not the baby because I was still in some serious pain.  I was holding onto the sink just trying to breathe and not throw up.  As soon as Andrew declared that it wasn't the baby I told him to get out of the way I needed to sit back down.

He left the bathroom and I proceeded to go through what can only be described as a mini labor.

I sat on the toilet moaning with pain.  I was going back and forth between being angry that Andrew was not in the bathroom with me and being glad he wasn't in the bathroom with me.  There was nothing he could have done and I just needed to do my thing.  Afterward he told me he was going through the same thing, debating whether he should just let me be or come into the bathroom.

 The pain made me nauseous.  I  wanted to throw up because the idea of that sounded better than the pain I was in.  It was the lesser of two evils.  Eventually I did throw up in the trash can which distracted me from the pain for a few seconds.  After that the pain seemed to subside a little. At that point I was hot and shaking and had pretty much stripped all of my clothes off.  I got dressed, pushed the two bath mats together, and laid on the bathroom floor in the fetal position for a couple of minutes.  Suddenly I felt a little pressure.

Around 1AM on Tuesday, February 13 I delivered our sweet baby still in the sac.

I stepped out in the hallway and nodded to Andrew.

He came in, put his gloves on, and lifted our baby out of the toilet.

He very gently washed our baby in the sink the best he could and then we placed the baby in a ziploc bag.  Andrew didn't feel comfortable leaving the baby exposed like that so he went searching for a box.  A shoe box was obviously way too big so he used the only other thing he could think of.

He put our precious baby in a golf ball box.

This makes me laugh.  It's just so Andrew Weaver and I love that it shows his heart in wanting to protect our baby.

According to Andrew it was about thirty minutes from the time I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to when I delivered our baby.

None of what we had just experienced was what I expected.  Women talk about period like cramps and bleeding, but I had never heard someone say they experienced a mini labor.  I was thankful that the week before I had a very detailed conversation about labor with my sister in law.  Mentally I knew what my body was going through and that really helped me.

Andrew said I was like a new woman when I came out of that bathroom.  The pain was gone and I felt a peace about everything, a peace that can only come from God.   I got to deliver my baby at home.  I was able to see my husband hold our precious baby which is something I've dreamt about for years.

God was with me and allowed this to happen in a way that has been crucial to my healing.

Though I'm not always successful and there have been plenty of moments of anger toward God, I try my best to be thankful.

Thankful for the joy that came with announcing our pregnancy.

Thankful for hearing the most perfect little heartbeat at 8 weeks.

Thankful for twelve weeks of carrying my baby.

Thankful for a conversation with my sister-in-law that mentally prepared me for a mini labor and delivery.

Thankful to experience mini labor and delivery.

Thankful to have our sweet baby's body for a proper burial.

Thankful to see my husband hold our baby.

Thankful for all the family and friends who have carried us through some very dark days.

Thankful for the light in the dark.


After our baby had been delivered and safely placed in a golf ball box we crawled back into bed.   Andrew had been so strong for me and had been through so much taking care of me.  His dam finally broke and my big strong husband sobbed like a baby.  He said, "I've never held him before".  In so many ways our baby became very real to him in those moments.

The  next few days all run together for me.

Tuesday afternoon was my 12 week appointment.  We assumed the on call doctor had filled my doctor in on what had happened and that we would be making sure I was physically okay at this appointment.  When we arrived at the appointment, I suddenly had a feeling that my doctor's office was never informed of our loss and I told Andrew what I was thinking.  The nurse called me back and checked my blood pressure and weight.  She could tell something was wrong and asked if I was okay.  I just nodded.

When my doctor walked into the room with a doppler in hand I just stared at him.  He shook my hand and asked if I was okay.  Andrew told him what happened.  I looked at Andrew and said, "I told you he didn't have a clue."  The on call doctor never bothered to let my doctor's office know about my trip to the ER.

From there he told us what he had to tell us.  All the crap about how common a miscarriage is and at least we got pregnant on our own.  I resisted the urge to scream at him or slap him.  It was a short and pointless appointment.

We left feeling frustrated.

Looking back I am thankful that my doctor didn't know what was going on.  It may not have made a difference but he could have easily suggested that we perform a D&C or something other than the way it went.

Tuesday morning I took the lid off that golf ball box and held my baby.  I was able to just talk to my baby and tell him how much I love him and wish I could keep him on Earth.  I told our baby all about his daddy, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.  I told our baby there was family in Heaven who would be with him until I can get there.

I needed that moment, that conversation.

I'm thankful I was able to have it

Jill and Alex made arrangements to bury our sweet baby.  I'm thankful they were willing and able to take care of this for us.

We went to Hobby Lobby looking for something a little nicer than a golf ball box.

Leaving our baby at the funeral home on Tuesday was harder than I imagined.  The sweet lady we spoke with was doing her job and trying to comfort us, but I didn't want to talk to anyone.  I just wanted to take my baby and go home.

The burial was planned for Thursday morning.  Andrew and I decided we didn't want a service, just a moment for the two of us to say goodbye.  Andrew took the shovel from the guy and covered our baby as we said one last goodbye.


Somewhere between learning we had lost the baby and delivering the baby, I told Andrew I needed to name the baby.

I wanted a gender neutral name since we don't know if Baby is a boy or a girl and I wanted it to have a beautiful meaning.

One evening several years ago before we moved to Heber Springs, we were sitting in our living room  talking about baby names.   Andrew had a book that contained every name in the Bible.  He would randomly flip to a page and say a name.  Most of them were very Bible like names...Jehoshaphat, Aholibamah...   Then he flipped to Jadon.  We both liked it and for a long time it was a top contender if we ever had a son.

On Tuesday evening as I was looking at names with different meanings I came across Jayden.

Spelling it Jayden instead of Jadon does a few things.  It makes it gender neutral, it makes it a family name, and it has the perfect meaning.

Jayden means thankful.

And we are so thankful that God was present in every moment for the short time we were given with our Jayden.

Andrew wanted our baby to have a middle name.

Our precious baby is

Jayden Ball Weaver.

It's Not Our Story

It has been almost seven years since Andrew and I decided we were ready to try to grow our family.  I remember thinking it would happen so easily in just a month or two.  I remember choosing the month we would become pregnant so our sweet little baby would be born toward the end of the school year.

We quickly learned we were not as in control of these things as we would have liked to believe.

We tried for about two years before we ever told anyone.  

We were walking around in Wal-Mart looking at some type of medicine when Andrew told me he had told his mom that we weren't having any luck getting pregnant.  I was a little angry that he had told someone without discussing it with me first.

The anger obviously didn't last long as it was soon after that I shared with my parents and brother and then with the world here on the blog.

Since then I've shared a lot of our story, well of God's story.  We would have written it all quite differently.  It would have been a shorter story and God probably would not have been the main character.

I've shared the details over the past several years for a few reasons.  

It's easier to share one time in one place than to have to retell some things over and over.

It's therapeutic.

I want God to be the main character of this story and I want Him to use this story to help others who may be walking a similar journey.

On December 25th God gave me a positive pregnancy test, something I often wondered if I would ever get to see.  On that day I thought our story was coming to an end.  I thought it was time to write "And they lived happily ever after."

But God had a different story in mind.  It's a story I wish wasn't being written.  

Last Thursday I began a short Bible study called "A Journey Through Pregnancy".  In the three days that I worked through that study God began to prepare my heart for what would be some very dark days.  He reminded me to be thankful for all He has done.  He reminded me that I did not have to be afraid because He was with me.

God allowed me to have some very detailed conversations that prepared me for what I was about to experience.  

He has helped me say God is good always!

He has helped me be thankful and to see so many ways He has been with us through these past few days.

Yes there have been moments of anger.  There have been moments of screaming at God that it isn't fair.  There have been moments of telling him I am mad at him.  

But I'm trying to focus on the good.  I'm trying to "be thankful in all things".

I don't share any of that to say look at me and how amazing I am.

Because believe me I'm not amazing.  I'm the one who gets angry and wants to say hurtful things.

God is the one who is amazing.  God is the one allowing thankfulness to shine.

God is the one who has given us more people than we could ever count or say thank you to.  People who have prayed us through every step of this journey.  People who have truly been joyful with us and who are now mourning with us.  

There is so much about these past few days I want to share with you - the physical aspect of a miscarriage, the emotional side of it, how incredibly amazing my husband has been, and our sweet baby's name.

All of that will come as I'm ready to share and I hope that as I share you are able to see God in it all.

Thank you for loving us, for mourning with us, and for praying for us.

There are no words to describe what all of that means to us.

Who Will Baby Look Like?

This past weekend Andrew and I did some purging at the Heber house.  While we were cleaning out closets and other storage areas we came across some old pictures that we haven't looked at in a long time.  We sat at the kitchen table for quite awhile looking at old pictures, reminiscing, and laughing.

Among those pictures were a few baby/toddler pictures.  These were easily my favorite to look at and talk about.  As I studied each picture I couldn't help but wonder who Baby will look like.  What features will he or she have from each of us?  Will Baby have Weaver ears?  My big eyes?  I simply cannot begin to fathom that moment when we see and hold our sweet baby for the first time.  

I posted a couple pictures of Andrew as a baby and said I wouldn't hate it if Baby looks like his or her Daddy.  However since he weighed almost 10 pounds at birth I hope Baby is closer to my birth size of 6 pounds.  

Will Baby look like Daddy?

Or will Baby look like Momma?

Telling my Students about Baby

The day after my doctor's appointment - so almost 1.5 weeks ago - I told my students that I was having a baby.

I thought about a few different ways of telling them but it all seemed so awkward to me.

I finally decided to just hang my ultrasound pictures up with all my other pictures and see how long it took them to notice and say something.

I predicted two things would happen.

1. It would take forever for them to notice.

2. Once one class noticed they would tell everyone else.

Well..in true 7th graders fashion they proved me wrong on both accounts.

I had car duty that morning and my first class noticed the pictures before I ever got inside.

They kept quiet about it and let the other classes discover for themselves.

Every single class saw them almost immediately.

It was so fun to watch their faces as they saw the pictures.  They would look at the pictures and then look at me and back and forth.  Their sweet little faces as they realized what they were looking at and then got the nerve to ask if I was pregnant was the most fun thing ever.  

One girl volunteered to babysit and be Baby's godmother.

One girl obviously doesn't know the whole story but knows I've wanted a baby for a long time.  She has a family member who has struggled with infertility.  She cried when she found out.  

They all had name suggestions which coincidentally happen to be the same as their names.

Some of my favorite things that they asked/said...

Is it a boy or a girl?

When did you find out?

What?  You've known since Christmas and you are just now telling us?

So you will be gone this year? (I love that this made them sad.)

We won't be here when you have the baby? (This also made them sad.)

Does Mr. Weaver know? (this might be my most favorite!)

How did it happen?  (This was actually an innocent question.  He was trying to ask how I found out.)

Can we have a party where you tell us if its a girl or boy?

If your baby develops autism I bet it will be high functioning like me.

How are you feeling? (I have a few that ask this every single day.)

I see your baby bump.

Maybe it's twins.

8 Weeks 5 days and our 1st Doctor Appointment

We had our first prenatal appointment with the doctor today.  It was supposed to be Tuesday but my doctor's office was closed for the day due to snow.  I was a little disappointed but I don't think I was nearly as disappointed as some of our family members.

Sweet Baby, you are already so incredibly loved.  Everyone is so excited to hear updates about you all the time.  I am constantly receiving text asking about you and how I'm feeling.  I think my favorite text has come from one of Andrew's best friends.  Shaun and I text twice a year on each other's birthdays to say Happy Birthday.  So when out of the blue I received a text from him asking how I was feeling it absolutely made my day.


I know without a doubt that if the ultrasound room was big enough we could have easily packed it full of friends and families. I had wanted Andrew to video the appointment, especially the heartbeat so we could share with everyone.  But it all happened so fast.  I think we were both in shock.

I'll get back to the ultrasound.

The first thing we did was talk about insurance and what this portion of our bill is going to be.

The proud daddy crunching numbers while we wait on our ultrasound.

I had been feeling all the emotions on the drive to my appointment.  I cried just thinking about hearing the heartbeat.  I was scared we wouldn't hear a heartbeat.  I was excited.  I was nervous.  I was all the feelings.

By the time I walked into the ultrasound room and she begin looking for Baby I was just in shock at it all I think.  I couldn't speak.  I couldn't even really comprehend all that was going on.  A thousand thoughts were running through my head all at once. 

"Is that the baby?"

"What's taking her so long?"

"What's Andrew thinking right now?"

"What do those numbers mean?"

Just to name a few of those thoughts.

Suddenly we heard the most amazing sound in the world.

Sweet Baby's heartbeat.

180 perfect beats per minute.

I felt a few tears roll down my check.

I could hear Andrew beside me sniffling.

And then as quickly as the sound began it ended.  

She told us Baby measured one day off from what we thought so my doctor probably wouldn't change my due date.

It was the fastest moment ever.

I was so much in shock that I couldn't fully take it all in.  

They then ushered us into another room to wait for my doctor to come talk to us.  It was then as we were waiting that it began to sink in.  We had a moment of crying.

And then we wiped our tears and took what will forever be one of my favorite selfies of all time.

Weaver: Party of 3!!

The first thing my doctor said when he walked in the room was that I had chosen a large specimen to have a baby with.  And then he asked Andrew how tall he is and if he was a big baby.  LOL!


We spoke with my doctor for awhile talking about all the big things that will happen over the next several months.  He asked if I had any questions for him and I couldn't think of a single one.  And it was during that conversation that my husband and  my doctor gained up on me and pretty much forced me to get a flu shot.  My first ever!  All for that sweet little babe.

And if that one poke wasn't enough I then had to have blood work done.  

I also signed my name a few dozen times today.  I'm sure that's only the beginning.

Baby is the size of a: Raspberry and is growing fingers and toes this week.  This gives me all the heart eyes.

Total Weigh Gain: I've actually lost a couple of pounds at this point.

Maternity Clothes: Is 8 weeks too early for maternity pants?  Maybe it was living in my pajamas for two weeks over Christmas break followed by a five day weekend thanks to snow days or maybe its pregnancy, but I'm currently hating jeans or any pants that button for that matter.  My sweet sister in law has saved her maternity clothes for me.  I'm looking forward to going through all of her things.  She has great style.  Something tells me I won't have to buy anything new.   

Sleep: Yes please!  My new nightly routine involves me being in bed by 7 and fast asleep by 8.  I usually wake up around midnight to use the bathroom and then I fall right back asleep.  You would think I would spring right out of bed in the morning after going to sleep so early, but you would be wrong.  I have such a hard time getting up in the morning.  I just want to keep snoozing.  The only thing that gets me out of bed is some serious hunger.

Cravings & Aversions:  Not really had any of either.  As far as cravings go, I haven't really craved anything specific, but I will say some things sound better to me than others.  It's easier for me to make up my mind about what I want for dinner.  No aversions either other than food in general sometimes.

Symptoms: Toward the end of week 5 I started feeling nauseous during the day.  I'm still feeling that occasionally, but mostly I'm just HUNGRY ALL THE TIME!!  I feel like I've gone days or even weeks without food.  I will eat a full meal and then ten minutes later I'm starving again.  Most of the time I have no problem eating, but sometimes I start eating and suddenly food just isn't appealing to me.  This is normally when I've waited too long to eat.

I was also having headaches at night during weeks 5 & 6.  Every night around 7:00 I would get a horrible headache and need to lay down in the dark.  I'm thankful those seem to have disappeared.

I've prayed for all of this for so long that I refuse to complain about any of it, but at the same time I want to honestly share about my pregnancy.  Basically right now I have a love/hate relationship with it all.  I'm loving every minute of knowing there is a little baby growing inside of me and I love that I feel crummy all the time because it means that little baby is growing healthy and strong.  But  I'm ready to no longer feel like I'm starving all the time.

Movement: I cannot wait for this!!

Missing:  The feeling of being full after a good meal.

Best Moment This Week: Hearing that heartbeat and getting our first pictures of Baby.

Best Daddy Moment This Week: He instantly shared with family about our ultrasound.  I'm talking before we were even out of the room he was sharing.  And crying.  I love his big heart!

Looking Forward To: I'm looking forward to having a baby bump and  sharing the news with my students.

We're Having a Baby!!

Y'all I am in complete shock.

Let's back up to June.  

As I was sitting in the hospital holding my newest nephew, Christian, I felt like God told me my turn was coming.  I would be next.

Later that month we did our second IUI and it did not result in a pregnancy.

July came and I began reading through the New Testament.  I just felt like I needed to know Jesus better.  I read about the miracles he performed while here on Earth.  I read about him healing the lame and the blind.  I read about Elizabeth being given a child in her old age.  As I read about all these miracles I felt God tell me I didn't need fertility treatments.  He could and he would heal my infertility without them.

I believed that and I trusted that.

But believing and trusting can be hard.

It was a constant battle between believing God could and would heal us without treatments and knowing that sometimes God uses treatments and doctors to bring people their babies.  In other words I still wanted to believe I was in control of this.

In October Andrew and I decided we would attempt an IUI again, but it would be different.  We decided that the drug I had been on in the past was not the right one for us so we would be trying a new drug that I would have to give myself  through daily shots.  I was not excited about this.  Andrew wasn't excited about the fact that it was going to mean the procedure was more expensive.  We also decided that we weren't going to tell anyone that we were doing an IUI this time.  Having to tell everyone that the June IUI didn't work was just too hard on me.

We decided to go to Branson for a weekend in October and it ended up being the same weekend I needed to start the IUI cycle so it didn't work out that month.

November it would be then.

November's cycle started while we were on vacation so it was another month when the timing just didn't work out.

We had the best time on vacation.

California was an amazing week together just relaxing.

Then we came home and Andrew started three weeks of traveling for work.   He hasn't been home a whole lot in the past three weeks.  

Because of that and the fact that I knew this cycle should start around Christmas, I had just told myself this would not be the month.  I've been waiting on January.

On Friday the 22nd I thought about taking a test.  Not because I thought I might be pregnant but because  we were having Weaver Christmas that evening.  Anytime there is a holiday or big event like that I always think about how fun it would be to tell everyone we were pregnant.  I ended up not taking a test because I really didn't think I was pregnant and if by chance I was pregnant I wasn't sure I'd be ready to tell everyone.

I went through the same thing for Christmas morning.  I thought how awesome would it be if Andrew opened a gift letting him know he was going to be a Daddy.

After we opened our gifts and enjoyed a Christmas morning nap, I decided I wanted to relax in a hot bath.  I started the water and dropped in one of my new bath bombs, all while debating whether or not I was going to take a test.  I knew I had a cheap 88 cent test so I thought why not!  It's not like it's an expensive test and I felt like I was in a good place and a negative test would not bother me.

So I took the test and pretty much went to throw it away immediately without even looking at it.  I've had almost seven years of negative test so I NEVER expected to see two lines. As my hand was moving toward the trash can to toss it I look down and realize there are two very clear lines on this test.

I immediately started bawling!  I came flying out of the bathroom holding it out for Andrew to see. He had no idea I was even thinking about taking a test.

He just looked at me and said, "Does that mean you're having a baby?"

All I could do was nod my head.

Then we bawled together. :)

We are an absolute hot mess in this picture but we were too excited to care.

All these years of no has made him a bit skeptic too.  He asked if it could be a false positive and if I had another test I could take.  I think we were both a little afraid to get too excited.  He began researching false positives while I drank lots of water so I could take another test.

That second test was probably the scariest test I had ever taken.  I couldn't believe one test was positive.  I was terrified that I wouldn't get two positives.

But I did. 

Andrew thought I was a little weird for putting the date on them and keeping them, but you better believe I'm keeping these things forever.  I don't care how gross that might be.  HA!

We enjoyed it by ourselves for maybe two hours before I was ready to start calling people.  I could not sit still.  I was so excited and anxious and nervous and all the things.

We FaceTimed with my parents first.  I told them I got a Christmas present I wanted to show them and then held up the tests.  Tears and congratulations all around. :)

Then I sent the picture of us holding the test to my brother and immediately called him.  I told him I sent him a picture of a Christmas present I got this morning.  He told me to hold on and then got real quiet.  Melissa had just laid down for a nap.  I told him to go wake her up, she was going to want to see this gift too.  

The phone went silent.

Y'all I don't think I ever seen or heard my little brother cry.  Hearing him cry happy tears over the phone was pretty much the sweetest thing ever.  I cry now just thinking about it.

We had already planned to have dinner at Andrew's parents house so I made Andrew load up and go over there early.  I couldn't stand it.  I wanted to walk in and tell them immediately.  

Andrew walks in and starts watching TV and plying with BB guns like we don't have the news of a lifetime.

I finally looked at him and mouthed "You're killing me!"

I had been sitting pretty much silently while Belinda and Krystal talked about I don't even know what. LOL.

He got his mom and dad in the kitchen and told them we were going to have to change the date of our DC trip with them.  We needed to go earlier because by our math I will be around 33 weeks in July.  His mom just said "Oh okay" and then she realized what he was saying.  Hugs and Tears overflowing.

Chris and Krystal were in the garage with the BB guns while we told Andrew's parents.  We walked into the garage and I asked Krystal how hard it would be to add a birthday to the sign she got Belinda for Christmas.  She said not hard at all.  I said good because we are going to need another one for August.  She just looked at me for a second and then kind of whispered, "Are you pregnant?"  I nodded yes and she burst into tears.  We hugged and then Chris realized what we had said and he and Andrew cried and hugged.

From there we went inside and called the rest of the siblings.  None of them answered at first.  But  we finally got them all on FaceTime and shared our news, crying every single time.

We called grandparents and aunts and uncles.

We told a few friends.

At that point I felt like we had told so many people we might as well put it on social media too.

I know some people prefer to wait until further along to share and I totally get that.  I had those thoughts yesterday too.

But I've waited so many years for this.

And I believe life begins with conception.  We have a little life to celebrate.  We are trusting and believing for a healthy pregnancy.

Sharing or not sharing right now will not affect the outcome of this at all.  

God has given us a little life and he has given us soooo many people to pray with us through our wait.

I want to share this news and enjoy it.  

I don't want to live in fear.

I want to live in praise for this incredible blessing.

We are having a baby!

And I'm not sure I will ever stop crying tears of thanksgiving over that.