Monday, February 1, 2016

Pregnancy Journey: Finding Out I Was Pregnant

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!
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