No news is good news

I have spent the days since my BFP being terrified of something happening to our little Sprout (as I've now taken to calling him/her. Last night I told my husband, "Sprout's hungry again." hehe). I did force myself to stop temping and stop testing a few days ago. Then I asked my doctor's office if I could get my initial bloodwork done early, since otherwise it wouldn't be done until my 1st appointment on Jan. 18.

Yesterday I went to get the bloodwork done at a lab and asked the tech if they would check for numbers doubling, etc... and she said, "Oh no, they only do that if there's a problem. This is just a prenatal panel." Basically they were testing for diseases and such, and I had to pee in a cup. Crap - I wanted betas! So after a brief freakout, I told myself that if it weren't for The Bump, I would have no clue about betas, and I should just resign myself to the fact that I am pregnant like any sane person in the real world!

It was very surreal to have a "real" person ask, "When are you due?" and "Is this your first?" It caught me off guard! I think by telling my parents and our siblings on Christmas it will start to feel more real too. I have very few symptoms, so it's still just hard to believe.

So I'm taking this one day at a time, thanking God every morning and night for our Christmas miracle, and asking him to give us a healthy pregnancy and baby.

In case I don't "see" you all before Christmas, I wish my dear readers a wonderful, safe holiday filled with family, friends, food and lots of great presents ;o)