Anyway I met with the nurse practitioner on my first appointment. It amazed me that they just took my word that I was pregnant. Not that I think people make this up, but I was hoping for a little more "confirmation". I later remembered that I did give them a sample and I'm sure they probably ran a test off of that. By my estimations, I was about 7 weeks and my due date would be April 14, 2010. They agreed, but would set my real due date after my first ultrasound. I scheduled the first ultrasound for the next Tuesday.
I should mention that by this time, I was already not feeling great. I pretty much felt nauseous all the time, didn't want to eat, but had not yet thrown up. I had first noticed the sick, not wanting to eat feeling the weekend that my mom was in town for my birthday (just before we actually got the plus sign).
After the first doctor's appointment, and since I was already almost 2 months, we were ready to go ahead and tell everyone else. And by ready, I of course mean we couldn't hardly stand it anymore! We each called grandparents and aunts and cousins and friends. I had my aunts take pictures of my grandmothers when they got the news, since I couldn't be there to tell them in person. They were both thrilled, of course!
Aleasha has been planning her wedding (minus the groom) for after she gets out of school. She put me and Zach on a deadline of having a kid in the next year or so because they had to be old enough to be in the wedding. When I called her, all I said was that I was going to meet her deadline. It took her about a second and she was screaming! She immediately asked if they could start buying baby stuff!
Tues Sept 8, we had the first ultrasound. Zach got to come and after the initial shock of what kind of ultrasound we were having, we got to see our baby for the first time. It was confirmed that there was only one baby in there and that he/she was measuring a little smaller than what we had originally thought. I think the most amazing thing for me was getting to hear the heartbeat. It hit me that there really was a living thing growing inside me. I was in awe. And it made all the sickness I had already been experiencing, seem a little more worth it.

I decided he looked like a lima bean. And since it was way too soon to know the gender, I chose to call him lima bean. Mom quickly pointed out that lima beans were a northern thing and that this baby was clearly southern, so butterbean it was.
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