Growing up in a tiny town in western Kentucky, I knew nothing of the rest of the world. At the young age of 17, I set off on my own to pursue my college degree in the "big" city of Louisville, KY. Fast forward five years. I moved in with a new roommate and began working on my Masters degree. Terra Rogers (that was me) meets James Santos.
Now James and I are not your typical couple - at least most wouldn't say. I'm Caucasian, he's Filipino. I'm 5'6," he's 5'3." I'm a student, he's a pastor. And of course the list could go on and on. My husband and I met in 2004 and after a few years of life's ups and downs, we were married this September 9, 2006.
The topic of children came up early in our courtship. We both wanted to have a big family, maybe 5 or 6 kids. Closer to the time we got married, we started talking about birth control and when we would like to have children. We decided that we weren't going to use any and we were just going to let God bless us whenever He decided to. And He didn't waste any time!
October 1st rolls around. Typically my period is very regular and I can almost pinpoint the day I'll start. Three days later, I still hadn't. I knew something was up. I purchased the twin set of pregnancy tests from Walgreen's and took one as soon as I had the chance. Sure enough: positive. As I excitedly went to tell James, my hands were shaking uncontrollably. He had never even seen a pregnancy test before and had no idea what I was holding (or shaking for that matter) in my hand. Considering neither of us knew that a test like that couldn't give a 'false' positive, he suggested I do the other - just to make sure. Obviously, you know the results.
So here we are, 17 weeks along, clueless as can be. I've read so much and feel like there is still so much more to learn. I feel flutters and wonder if its just gas. I had developed a massive rash (about 160 spots at its peak) on my torso. Three doctors couldn't figured it out, though they said it was likely related to the pregnancy. It took the dermatologist to tell me it had nothing to do with the pregnancy and was called "pityriasis rosea." Fortunately, it's on the decline now.
Our first official ultrasound will be sometime in the next few weeks and hopefully we'll find out the sex of our baby at that time. Needless to say, it's an interesting (though exciting) time in our lives. My two siblings are also expecting at this time so my mother eagerly awaits three new grandbabies in a four month window. James and I are still newlyweds and adjusting to living with one another. The OB said that we likely got pregnant towards the end of our honeymoon - what a great wedding gift!
Until next time . . .