The Word is Out

Me Lately

I'm emotional. The drive to work the other day confirmed it. I was simply thinking back to a time I observed a teenage boy thanking an 80-year-old man wearing a veterans hat for his service. I got legitimately teary eyed. Or this past weekend. My girlfriends played a simple prank on me that my car was being towed and I got truly (and embarrassingly) upset. I can normally laugh that kind of thing off. And then there's The Vow. There is probably no worse movie currently out in theaters for a pregnant woman to watch. The movie is totally worthy of a cry or two, but throughout the entire thing? Yes, that was me. Any moment worthy of emotion received mine in the form of a downpour.

I'm a picky eater. I'm worse than Garfield. But at least Garfield knows what he wants to eat. Sometimes I can't even pinpoint what exactly I want but once I do, I have to have it. On Sunday it was mac and cheese. Kraft. Not the normal kind. The kind with shapes. So for the second time I took advantage of my condition and my darling husbands willingness, although reluctant, to make the trip to the store to buy some. "Get three boxes please." 

And then there is the daily 9:00 p.m. night sickness. It seems that only food will remedy the upset stomach, but after searching through the refrigerator and cupboards multiple times, nothing will do.

Warning. Not normal. There is still puppy chow left over from the weekend. My love of chocolate has subsided.

I dream about exactly what's on my mind. A few weeks ago, that meant two in which I miscarried and held the tiny, nearly unformed body in the palm of my hand. A few days ago it was an old acquaintance posting about my pregnancy on Facebook before I was ready to announce. I couldn't get the Internet to work to erase her comment. When I tried to call her, my fingers were unable to dial her number correctly. And in yesterday's dream, a friend at church told me she was 12 weeks pregnant. "Due on August 31?" I asked (This was actually what I thought my original due date was). "August 27," she corrected. I then informed her I too was also pregnant and she proceeded to tell everyone, even with the youth group kids around. 


Today I actually plan to tell the youth group leaders, but wait until next week to tell the students.

I'm getting anxious. I just want to tell the WORLD! While Seth and I are starting to tell friends, and the fact that I was able to enjoy a particularly fun case of telling a couple of college gal pals this past weekend, we're still keeping the secret from our coworkers. Ya know, those people you actually see day in and day out. So very soon (about a week), I will be able to stop asking Seth whether I look pregnant or not before I leave in the morning with my shirt tucked in. Can't wait!

Our Beginnings (Happy Valentine's Day!)

Whenever I look back and reflect on my story, I am reminded that where I am today is no accident. I see the way the Lord fashioned each choice, experience and opportunity to make me who I am and bring me to where I am today. I am blessed. I am thankful. I am undeserving. I am humbled.  So in honor of Valentine's Day, I thought I would share the part of my story where the Lord brings into my life the man that I would one day fall in love with, marry and begin this journey of parenthood with.

Seth was actually not the type of guy that I grew up seeing myself with. Sure he was a football player (totally expected) and complete man of God, but I always thought that I wanted the center-of-attention life-of-the-party type that I connect with immediately in our very first conversation. This is not our story. In fact, I don’t even remember meeting Seth for the first time. We simply found ourselves in similar circles early in college.

I do remember the first time I gave Seth a first thought. It must have been sometime sophomore year; it was cold out. I don’t know who all was hanging out that night or what we did, but I remember riding along (alone) with Seth to drop off the Pietrini Jeep at Nathan’s Briarwood apartment. On the walk back and while we casually talked about nothing important, I thought about if I could ever see myself with this guy. He was great, but I just had this feeling like I wanted to shake him because he wasn’t easy for me to get to open up like the extroverted, easy-to-connect with type that I expected to see myself with.

I sure didn’t see it, but Seth was starting to, and our friends (particularly his – i.e. those that knew me as “Beccatime”, or BT for short) were starting to talk about it.

We became good enough friends that I almost visited him in Chicago that summer after freshman year. I thought you may enjoy these select email excerpts I received from him in the days before cell phones and Facebook. And you didn’t think Seth was much of a flirt…

6/11/03

To my favorite person in the entire world:

Sorry I took so long, but I couldn't get into my email since I didn't change my password like bobby craton told us to…I just got back from a White Sox game and a movie with some friends to finally find it working.  Anyways, anytime you want to come out here you are welcome for as long as you want, just let me know and I'll set it up. 

How has your summer been so far? I hope it hasn't been as lazy as mine…I'm interested to hear about all of the fun things you people do out in Minnesota…

Your favorite person in the entire world

Seth

7/2/03

To the less filling and great tasting (?) girl I have decided to try calling  Beccalite:

Assuming you were referring to July 25 as the last weekend in July, everything will work out perfect...It would be great to see you that weekend. I am already starting to experience BWS (that's a fancy medical term for Becca Withdrawl Syndrome), so I hope to see you before school starts...

From someone who has run out of clever ideas to end his emails with

P.S. If you get the Taylor magazine at your house, open it up to the inside cover and you might just find a picture of something to hold you over until the next time I see you.

While it didn’t work out to visit that summer, by the middle of sophomore year, we definitely had a few I-might-like-you-moments. For Seth, after our shared J-term class and more time together, including a trip to his parents house that break, he was about ready to pursue me. A few days after Seth begin to pray about this decision, I broke the news (and his heart, kind of). You see, Seth had decided that he would spend second semester junior year studying abroad in London. Second semester was the obvious choice for him since he played football. For me, on the other hand, it made sense for me to study abroad first semester to allow me to take a J-term class.

I announced I would be studying abroad in Hong Kong first semester. He heard, “We’ll be an entire year apart.” I knew (nearly) nothing of his interest at the time, and Seth thought this was a closed door. So he thought.

A couple months later we both attended a mission trip to Mexico for spring break. And I tested him. I vividly remember our group walking to the bus one afternoon after climbing a mountain. I intentionally dropped back just a bit to see if Seth would notice, and if he would stop and wait. He did just that. And for the very first time in my life, I was scared of this boy that liked me. Because I remember thinking, this might just be real.

Our story from there was not all rainbows and butterflies. This I will share another day. But I will share this for now: The Lord knew what I needed, and wanted, better than I knew myself. Thank goodness! Because has given me more than I ever could have asked for or imagined. I love you like crazy Seth Pietrini. And now we are being given a new life to add to this family of ours. We have lots of love to be shared. Happy Valentine’s Day Little Pea!

Telling the Pietrini's

This past weekend finally gave us an opportunity to tell the Pietrini's, although we still were not able to get quite the whole clan together. Zach and Kaelee were in Minnesota visiting Kaelee's family. (Seth called Zach that Friday night to tell him.) We invited the fam over for the Super Bowl. This would not have been our first choice considering the youth group winter retreat took place the same weekend (a.k.a. the most exhausting weekend of the year), but we didn't want to wait any longer. The next opportunity would be February 15, tax night, and not only would I be nearly ready to tell the world since I would be just two days shy of 11 weeks but I would already have told my closest girlfriends. We have a little getaway planned for this weekend.

So Seth being amazing as usual let me sleep on the way home from camp. And take a nap when we got home while he prepared bacon wrapped dates and brownies for the Super Bowl. The Pietrini's arrived around kick off, but between the commotion of eating, catching up and watching (for some of us "watching") the game, the opportune time did not come until half time. Due to the high volume of the television, Seth muted it, and said, "We have an announcement (I see Dana's eyes widen since I'm facing her), and it's probably what you are thinking. Becca's pregnant." Following cheers, and hugs, we shared details and the ultrasound pictures. Seth's mom told us she knew we would be sharing this news. She told Jim so and almost brought over a gift just in case. Between Carol and Maria, I guess mom's just know these things. 

My Favorite Moment

Today I am giving thanks and breathing a sigh of relief. Leading up to my eight week appointment on Monday, I was feeling good. Too good. My sudden disappearance of the need to munch in the middle of the night, or at least right away in the morning, and the fact that I was still not feeling any pregnancy sickness left me worried that my baby's heart had stopped beating. (Although Seth liked to point out that I have several other pregnancy symptoms such as frequent cravings and nasal congestion, among other things.)

I had no signs of miscarriage. No spotting or anything like that. It was just the feeling of nothing that had me worried something was wrong. On the drive to my appointment and on the brink of tears, I was praying desperately. Seth was not with me since I received notice that day that my appointment had to be moved from late afternoon to lunch time.

Inside the ultrasound room, my fears faded. In fact, I experienced my favorite moment so far in this pregnancy. Now far enough along (eight weeks three days) to be viewed in the ultrasound externally, I could already see the little baby's head and hands just starting to bud. Most importantly, I could see the quick little pitter-patter of that Little Pea's heartbeat. A solid 176. Maybe Pietrini's can have girls.