The Beginning

I don't know if it is a noticeable trend, but it seems to be a growing trend in the people I know to blog, and neither to join the pack or to be left behind the trend because I have been thinking about starting a blog for quite some time, I have started a blog. The biggest thing that has stopped me until now is that I simply did not think I had anything all that interesting to write about. Until now.

We're going to have a baby!

The back story:

I was late by almost a week, and I'm never that late. Josh picked up a home pregnancy test and I just knew it had to be positive, but I was telling myself I wasn't just in case. I did the test and it seemed almost immediately that two blue lines appeared, indicating pregnancy! I was elated and Josh was, too. I checked with a nurse at a local health clinic about the reliability of the home pregnancy tests to see if I could have made a mistake somehow. She assured me that if done properly they are almost 99% accurate, indeed, they give the same tests at the clinic that you can buy at the store. My test showed that the results should be valid, so I was pretty sure I really was pregnant!

The next day I called the doctor's office that my sister and sister-in-law go to and set an appointment. It made me laugh because after telling them my birthday and my insurance, the receptionist repeated my answers because she was almost certain she had misunderstood me (you see most women in their twenties don't have Medicare, it's just not typical). I told her I had a disability and then it all made sense to her. She asked me to wait a moment and when she returned, she said,

"Were you referred by another patient?"

"Yes, my sister," I replied.

"Oh, well one of the midwives remembered that a patient had asked if we would be comfortable seeing her sister, who has a disability, and we were wondering if that was you?"

"Yes, that's me."

During her last pregnancy, I had my sister ask if the doctor had experience with women with disabilities and would be comfortable having me as a patient, to which they had agreed to see me when the time came. The rest of the conversation went on as was typical for new patients. I was tickled to be recognized.