A new life begins and an old one ends...

So, I guess I can start with the sad news first... My pawpaw James passed away August 24th around 9pm. My aunt found him at his house and he had thrown up blood the Friday before this, and she asked him to go to the hospital, but he didn't want to. So, she went home (next door) to try to call my daddy and have him make pawpaw go to the hospital. When she came back to get pawpaw, he was slumped over on the couch and wasn't responsive. So, aunt Lisa called an ambulance and they took him to the hospital. The doctors said he was in the final stages of liver failure... I didn't get to see him. That hurts. Bad. I wish I could have been there, just to whisper one more time, "I love you pawpaw..."

Happier news... I got blood levels drawn again today, and they are up. They have been as follows: 11 days past ovulation (dpo) - 56, 12 dpo - 107, 13 dpo - 253, 18 dpo - 1547! So, they are doubling the way they should and that's exciting. I will, of course, be MUCH more excited when we are out of the first trimester and I know the baby is more safe. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm excited now, but I just want this scary time to be over and done with. So, I guess onto next week and more blood work...

First comes love, then come marriage, then comes...

So, the wedding was beautiful. I think. It felt like I wasn't even there. Everyone tells me it was beautiful, so either it was and they are being honest, or it wasn't and they're being nice. Who knows. Who cares. We're MARRIED! So, we got a bunch of great gifts. One from a completely unexpected source. (One of my friends, actually the ONLY one of my friends to get us ANYTHING at all...) Anyway, I was surprised about that, but we appreciated everything that everyone did for us. It really made it a day to remember. Until August 17th that is...

So, Saturday (this would be the 16th for those of you keeping up) I felt like crap. I honestly thought I was coming down with the flu. Well, for the entire week before this, I really hadn't been able to eat, so it sort of made sense. So, I hadn't been sleeping well the past couple of nights... (this would the the 15th & 16th) So, I woke up at around 5:15 Sunday morning and went down stairs so that I could let Matthew sleep. I know, I know, what a wonderful wife... Anyhow... I get down stairs, let the dogs out, try to eat something, can't, turn the television on, and immediately breakdown into tears. For THREE straight hours. I'm not kidding. Not one bit. So I woke Matthew up to go to Bed Bath & Beyond to use our gift certificate and our 10% off coupon (woo-woo!). Anyhow, he wakes up, I'm still weepy. I had no idea what was wrong. Fastforward. So, we're on our way back from BB&B and I want to call my mom. Immediately when I see the word in my phone, I start crying. Again. Yay. So I decide to try my dad. Same thing. Great. What the HELL is wrong with me today? Fastforward, again. We get home, I start thinking, "Well maybe I should just try to take a pregnancy test just to see and if it's negative I won't think about it again until Thursday (the day my cycle is due)". So into the bathroom I go, locked the door, just incase, because I wasn't about to tell Matthew I was going in there to take a test five days too early. Anyway, pee on stick, stick turns pink at control line like normal, and then... what is this? Another line?! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my GOD! I walk out of the bathroom, holding this life changing piece of plastic in my hand and I must look like a zombie. Matthew says, "What's wrong?" I said, "I'm not sick... I'm pregnant." I think I see a tear come to his eye, he jumps up, hugs me forever and looks at the stick. "Is it supposed to be so light?", he asks curiously. I said, "Well it's five days early." So I went to the dr. FIRST thing Monday morning, and what do you know, the blood test showed positive too.

So here I sit at 3:41 in the morning on Tuesday, hungry, tired and happy. Who could ask for more?