My story. Vol. 2

Let's see where was I? Oh, yeah I was just about to look at the stick. And what to my wondering eyes should appear but two little pink lines and then lots and lots of tear. The dog thought I was cracking up.
I called Matthew and told him to come home. "Why" he asks, "is something wrong? Did someone die?", all panicked voice. "No" I tell him "just come home, now."
"Are you pregnant?" he asks.
"I'm not going to tell you something like that on the phone, you have to come home."
So, he comes home.
I was so excited. I was so scared. So was Matt.
Have you ever really wanted something so so badly but you never truly in your heart think it will actually happen. In fact just know it will not because that is just not how your life works? That is how we both felt about having a child. We both felt I would never get pregnant. Too many obstacles in our path. But here it was proof positive. Two soggy test (I took the second one right away and watched it turn positive sitting right there on the john) both with glorious twin pink lines.
Next come more phone calls. Calls to both set of parents. Calls to siblings. Calls to all manner of friends and family members. Those were fun phone calls to make!
Then came the phone calls to the docs. Didn't know a soul in town and now had to find a doctor for the most important event in both of our lives. This was going to be interesting.
So, I called the biggest hospital in town and told them my story. I was given an appointment date and a name. What else was there to do? Somehow I end up with a former Tennessean as my Ob/Gyn. How cool is that? Nice guy (which was a switch, I'd always had lady lady doctors), seemed very knowledgeable, took his time talking to me, made sure I had all my questions answered. He thought it would be a good idea to put me on progesterone for the first trimester given my past history and age and have an overview with a maternal fetal medicine doc (yes, I was about to turn 35) otherwise we would proceed as usual. I just needed to stop and give a few vials of blood on my way out.
All is going just peachy keen. Or so I thought...