The Beginning

I want to remember all the little details I can about Baby Reeder becoming part of my life. What else is a better way to do so than write about it? No, the conception will NOT be included in my writings thank you very much!

I don't know an exact date that we started to think a baby was on the way, but what I do remember is there were certain parts of my body that just hurt. I'm not talking about your normal aches and pains here. Brushing up against something, anything, would send me through the roof. Ladies who have gone through this, you know what I'm talking about.  Even hugs brought tears to my eyes and I have a fairly high pain tolerance. That is when Devin said, "Anna, you're pregnant." I laughed at him and told him he was being ridiculous, but after another week-and-a-half of severe pain I began to think that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010 I was on my way out to my mom's to get something to work on my house. I had my two-and-a-half year old niece, Grace, with me and for some reason my car drove itself straight to the Local Pharmacy . I purchased "the goods" and off we were to do some testing.

10:12 A.M.  the little plus sign showed up and I couldn't stop smiling. I immediatley had to rush over to see my mom at work (she teaches school right across the street from her house), but I knew I couldn't tell her anything. It had to be my little secret, for at least another minute until I couldn't wait a moment longer and called Devin. Yes, I called him, terrible I know, but I'm an impaitent little bugger and just had to tell someone and Grace just wasn't understanding my enthusiasum at that moment.

I get on the phone and it rings, and rings and finally Devin answers the phone. Immediately I blurt out, "I know I should wait to tell you this in person but I just have to tell someone and you have to be the first or I'll be in so much trouble, well Grace knows but that is only because she wouldn't leave me alone for even just a second, but. . ." ...yes I know I was babbling but I just couldn't help it, I was so excited, continuing on... "it's just you were right. You're going to be a daddy." I finally shut up and waited for his response which was pretty quick. He replied," I told you so! That's great, I'm really exicited." We finished up our conversation about our excitement and I rushed over to the school to see mom.

I wanted to tell my mom so badly, but I had promised Devin that I wouldn't. I used the excuse that I hadn't met her class yet and really wanted to meet them. I know she knew something else was up, but let it be known that I kept my promise to Devin and didn't spill the beans. I was so proud of myself. We stayed there for about ten minutes and I had to go get some work done at my house which we were just finishing up for our final inspection so we could close on the construction part of our loan.

We had A LOT to do.  We worked hard, almost non stop. Friday came along and Devin got off work early and started working without saying much. Later that night he told me that he was laid off of work. I told him everything would be fine and things would work out, then sprinted to the bathroom to lose my dinner. I told him after I was finished that we had to tell grandma and grandpa what was happening since we were still living with them, at least for another week or two.

During the next few days we were pulling all-nighters working on our house to finish it for the inspection, that was just a few days away. I was starting to get sick and not able to work very hard or very long. Sunday night came and we were exhausted. We had worked so hard and so many things were happening I was at a loss. I was so sick and couldn't help at all. Devin had only 3 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours, when we had a knock on our  door.  In walked members of our stake presidency followed by members of our bishopric. They told us they had been watching us all weekend and knew our ox was in the mire and wanted to know what they could do to help. I just started to cry. What fine men.

Tuesday came and our inspection went great. There were only a few things we needed to fix or finish.

Clark, my youngest brother, was getting married the coming Saturday and he worked hard helping us up until his rehersal friday night. Friday was Devins birthday and we spent the first half of the day at the doctors office having IV's put in me. I was told I have condition called hyperemesis gravidarum, and I would just be really sick for a while, and would have be on home health care with daily IV's until things evened themselves out. That is how the beginning went.