Two years ago today...

...we found out we were pregnant with Amos!
At church that morning, I began to feel uncomfortable and sick and as I sat there, listening to Pastor Kelly preach, I wondered, "could I be pregnant?"
We had tried, so it wasn't out of the question, but I had taken a test two weeks earlier that (we thought) said it was negative. So after church, I found our midwife friend, Cindie, and told her about my situation. Her advice: Go home and take a pregnancy test, again! So we did. We bought the same kind as before, and still, it looked negative. So while Nathan was out buying yet another test (we should have bought stock in this company!), I was home, drinking and drinking lots of water. My smart husband returned with a different test, this one being somewhat electronic and giving the results in plain English--"pregnant" or "not pregnant." We waited the three minutes, looked at the test and a "pregnant" was staring back up at us! We were ecstatic!! Amos was on his way, although, we didn't know yet, what we were in for!
I got online to find a pregnancy calculator and was surprised to find that (somehow, only in the weird way they count) I was already six weeks along! And after getting through the next six weeks, I was glad that I didn't know about the first six weeks, or I may have felt sick for longer...who knows?
That next week, I felt very sick, like I did after Nathan and I got engaged. It was a nervous stomach sickness, like, "what have we done? Every thing's going to change, etc." The extreme nausea went away, but through week 13, I felt super tired, irritable, hungry and, not to mention, nauseous!
I really loved being pregnant, and Amos was so small in my womb that I wasn't really showing until month six. Then I started to feel big. I hope that if we ever have another baby, that I make it full term, to experience the fullness of being pregnant. Although, Amos was such a kicker that I think it was God's mercy that Amos came early. His lanky legs and arms were already too long for that little space and I could tell.
It's been a good day to have these memories. The temperature outside reached a balmy 40 degrees and we had a wonderful lunch with friends Kipp and Matt at an Indian buffet place after church this morning. Yesterday I thought Amos was ready to give up nursing, but last night, I decided I wasn't and pumped to keep things alive. Early this morning he proved me wrong, and has, all day long, which is good--our preemie book recommended nursing through their second birthday, for extra calories and antibodies.
Tonight he ate two dinners, showing us that his appetite has come back after his minor cold and that a good long nap with Mom and Dad helps the teething feel better.
We are thankful for our child; he blesses us every day.