Week 7 ( technically almost 8 ) has been a crazy week. Friday I was at work but around 10 am I realized something was wrong Manuel rushed to get me and  It was a scary 5 1/2 hours in the ER but everything ended up being okay. We got to hear  lima bean's heart beat for the first time. We have nicknamed you lima bean. The tech said it was beating at 150 beats a minute, while mine I am pretty sure was ready to explode. There are many things I am not good at ( i.e dancing,whistling, simple math and cooking without a receipe) but  I know without a doubt i am ready to be a mother.

 

I have spent this last week collecting ideas ( mostly from pinterest ). I am so ready for us to move into our new home so I can begin nesting. I feel a bit stuck in this apartment but I know this move will be a big one so we want to find the perfect home!

 

Here are a few highlights of week 7

 

Still have not had any morning sickness ( thank God ) although this morning I opened my prenatal vitamins to take one after breakfast and it smelled rancid, like fish, I did not take one.

 

Lately, I have been only wanting to eat foods that sound appetizing. For instance, If i can't eat pasta,  then I don't want anything else. It has been like this for about two weeks. I am still eating in moderation but the foods are not as healthy as I would like. Nothing I can do about it though except just keep listening to what my body feels.

 

Saltine crackers have been my go to snack.

 

Peanut butter is always good.

 

We have picked out the names Malakai and Nora but we are still deciding on middle names.

 

We still haven't made an offical announcement, so far family and a few friends are in the loop.

 

I have started using coconut oil religiously, in my baths, as a facemask, and on my body to help with stretchmarks

 

I am thankful that I have always loved water, so drinking water and nothing else is normal to me.

 

I still need a sprite or sierra mist every now and then to soothe nasuea.

 

I am sleeping better at night, a few weird dreams, but no insomnia which I am thankful for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

seven eighteen

7/18

5:30

 

It was a long hour, just pacing in our small apartment. I had no idea how to function in that hour. My mind raced with ideas- how to tell you of how to tell your father. At that moment I wish I could have been as clever as Juno, I wanted nothing more than to drag a bright mustard yellow vintage armchair to the the top of the stairs outside our apartment, but this wasn't a movie. My next thought was to present him with a cigar and tell him congratulations. Lame right? that is what men do for each other. I stopped thinking of all the great ways I could have surprised him with this news. I am a pretty impatient person by nature. So at 6:30 my great ideas had fizzled and all i wanted was for him to walk through that door so we could share in this moment. I sat in jeans and tank top, resting on our coffee table. I brought him to edge of our couch and  I sat him down . I squeeze my frame through his sturdy legs and the tears of joy started spilling out of me. "What's wrong he asked?" I finally choked it out... squealed more like it.. " WE ARE PREGNANT"

 

 4:30

 

 "Rebekah if I am pregant- I am quitting my job, I can't handle this stress". I was driving home from work telling my sister all about my horrible boss and another stressful day at work. I never wanted to be in the dental field, anyway I sorta just fell into it after college. It was easy, atleast until now. I parked my car and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through till I found your father's text. "Broom, dustpan, dishwashing detergent, and paper towels". Within minutes I was in and out of the store, and headed to the next one when it popped in my head. When the thought of the possibilty of you filled my heart with hope." Why not?"  I thought and I turned towards the pharmacy. When my eyes landed on the small square box I studied the price underneath it. I was always a bargain shopper. It's just the way I am, the way of my father. I skipped the expence box and opted for a dollar store one. So yes, I paid $1 and got a pregnancy test. I rushed home. The next thing I did was settle onto my couch and pour a half a glass of white wine. I figured this could be the last wine I have for 9 months. Looking back, it was a really wise decision. Five minutes later I was peeing in a coffee mug. I waited the alotted two minutes and a very faint pink line paralled a bold red one. Still - this was the dollar store brand. I had no choice but to go back and purchase another ( more expensive ) test..and a jumbo lemon lime powerade.. which i chugged. I returned home and stared at the dollar store tube sitting on my bathroom counter, still pink and red. I grabbed another coffee mug and ripped open the $7 test I had just bought. I waited two more minutes..and then I saw something I have been waiting to see for a whole year. I saw a little cross. I closed my eyes and thanked God. I'm going to be a momma.