My main craving through out this pregnancy has been pizza. Last night DH was on his way home with the specific pizza I had been craving for like months now and for the second time for sure I felt little Malachi move. It was about the time for DH to get here and all of a sudden I feel all this movement in my belly which didn't feel like gas or anything else. It was like him saying hurry up I want me some  pizza. Hahaha 

Like I thought my first dr appt was just paperwork but they did schedule me  for my actual dr appt and ultrasound to be 4 days later. I got the ultrasound done first. It showed a healthy little boy. Malachi Zeke is the name we picked out for him a long time ago. I then went back to waiting to be seen by the doctor.  I finally got in there and everything at first seemed to be fine. When they were doing the pap smear the student doctor noticed something so the other doctor checked it out. What the student find wasn't a problem but during the check the doctor noticed something else. They made me go and get a trans-vaginal ultrasound done to check my cervix.  The u/s technician took some pictures but didn't explain anything but quickly left to room to talk to the doctor. That left me all alone for quite a while trying not to freak out. Curtis wasn't able to be with me cause he was out of town working.  

After some more time the tech came back and had me move to another room still without saying anything. I waited a lot more for the dr to tell me what was going on. Finally when she saw me she was like did dr so and so not talk to you.  I'm like no, which freaked me out that much more that my own dr didn't even want to tell me what was going on. She told me that my cervix was short and that the sac was pushing on it which put me at high risk to go into preterm labor. Because I was only 17 weeks if that happen I would lose the baby. If I didn't have God with me at that time I think I would have completely lost my mind. The dr wanted me to go straight to the hospital next door to be admitted to see if they could do anything. I have never had a good hospital experience so the idea of going by myself was just not feasible for me.  Thank God Curtis was already back in town so he drove down to meet me. I sat in the parking garage over an hour waiting on him. 

We went to labor & delivery like I was told to and they monitored me. I got to hear his heartbeat for the first time which was amazing.  The dr there checked me out told me about the cerclage procedure that could be done that may help me from preterm labor but they couldn't do it that night anyways. They admitted me into the hospital for the night and made me sleep with the bed at an extreme angle where my feet were in the air and my head was way down. It was very uncomfortable.  The next day the dr came in and said the bed didn't have to be angle as extreme and that they were keeping me for 48 hour observation.   I was on bedrest and only allowed to get up to use the bathroom. Curtis stayed with me, the bed next to me was empty so he got to sleep on that. 

Sunday evening the doctor came back with portable u/s machine to recheck my cervix. There was no change at all, which was good and bad.  I was given 3 options; 1st I have the cerclage done which they but a stitch in so the cervix doesn't dilate (mine wasn't) the procedure has several risks though that include them possibly puncturing the sac that would cause me to lose the baby, 2nd option was to stay in the hospital on strict bedrest (not really feasible because  the hospital food was tearing up my digestive system and making me more uncomfortable, the final option which is the one we decided was best was at home strict bedrest. 

They released me that night. Curtis rigged up the bed so that it was on an angle like at the hospital and started to make several other changes to make things easier on me since I was only getting out of bed to use the bathroom. It has been a hard week but it's worth it for little Malachi who needs to stay in the womb at least 7 more weeks. I go to the dr tomorrow to see how things are going. I have been praying for a amazingly positive result.  After all I trust God more than anything. If it wasn't for Him I wouldn't even have little Mal growing in me. All the Glory goes to God!!!!    

I know I haven't posted on here in a few months. I really haven't been spending to much time on the computer cause it hurts to sit in my computer chair for very long.

On Mother's Day I felt led to take a pregnancy test and it was positive. Curtis & I have been trying since April of 2007 and God finally gave us the blessing. The next day I went up to the health clinic for a pregnancy test done so I could apply for Medicaid. The day after that I went to a free clinic and got an ultrasound done. After quite a bit of trying the nurse finally found the little one. I couldn't help but think it's just like it's daddy about liking to hide. It measured 6 weeks 4 days with 122 heartbeat. Making my due date December 31st.   

After difficulties with getting Medicaid I finally was approved and my first OB appointment is July 18th.  I will admit I hate the fact I've had to wait so long and basically not much will be done at the first appointment. I will be 16 weeks by then, which means I should be able to find out the sex. However that won't be the case because the office doesn't care that I'm that far along and won't schedule an appointment the doctor until I see the nurse. I am just grateful I have had the Great Physician on my side this entire time. After all nothing is impossible with God. Doctors only practice where God knows all and can do all.

The first trimester wasn't to bad for me. I had a bit of nauseousness but didn't really get sick very much. Hip pain, headaches, and gas were the more annoying symptoms. Those are the reasons I can't stay on the computer very long.  I hit the second trimester  this past Saturday. It's kind of funny most people have less morning sickness when they get into the second trimester but mine actually seems to have gotten worse.  My headaches have been worse lately too. My tummy is poking out more too. Most people that see me probably just think I'm fattier since I was overweight to start with. It's ok though the important people know the truth.