Monday, February 1, 2016
When I first found out that I was pregnant I didn't believe it. It was the day I was supposed to start my period, but decided to take the test anyway, "Just for fun," I told myself.
We had been trying to get pregnant for three months. Each of those months, as I neared the day Aunt Flo typically paid me a visit, I managed to convince myself that I was pregnant. That ache I felt in my back--had to mean I was preggo. I felt tired that day--gotta be knocked up. My stomach was a little upset--must be a baby! And each of those months I faced disappointment when, yet again, my period came letting me know that we weren't expecting.
So, the day I got back a positive pregnancy test I didn't believe it was real. I had an extra pregnancy test from a few months back when I'd taken one just for the experience. I woke up to the pressure of a full bladder, and thought, "Why not?" I knew that since it was the day I was supposed to start my period, even if I was pregnant it probably wouldn't come back positive. I got up, peed on a stick, and waited. While that little digital picture of a clock flashed, I got a phone call from our school secretary: we were having a late start that day. Little did I know, school wasn't the only thing that was going to be "late" that morning.
I got off the phone and looked at the test. It said, "Yes +." I had to look twice to make sure that was right. Remember, that day was a late start, a day Philip and I usually use to sleep in. That clearly wasn't happening. I ran into our bedroom and, despite it being 6 AM and a late start, I flicked on the lights. "Philip, it says yes! It says yes!" He rubbed his eyes and grumbled, "That's awesome." Though I had my doubts, Philip new it was true the moment I told him. He never doubted that we were pregnant.
I grabbed my ipad and started googling the likelihood of getting a false positive. Of course, when you google you usually find more bad than good, and I became even less willing to accept our news as truth. That weekend we were headed to a youth retreat. So, we decided that if I didn't start my period over the weekend then I would take another test when we got back to confirm. I'll tell you this much: I didn't pack any tampons.
A few things stuck out to me that weekend. I wasn't puking. I didn't have sore breasts. It wasn't one of those cases where my body was telling me that I was obviously with child. However, I was ravenous all weekend. Thanks, progesterone. Seriously, I am not a big meat-eater, but the camp served roast beef one night and I ate it like it was candy. I served myself helping after helping and even passed up a brownie in favor of downing more meat. On the road trip home, Philip stopped at a truck stop and asked if I wanted anything to snack on. I got a whole Subway sandwich. I ate that sub and was still hungry for dinner a couple of hours later.
The second I got home I took another test. A faint plus sign immediately began to show up. A few moments later the test revealed another positive. This time, I knew it was true. I was pregnant!