Finding Out:
It was Sunday, April 6th. My husband had gone out for a run and I was getting ready to do a DVD workout. I was kind of puttering around, wasting time, when it suddenly dawned on me that my period was about 4 days late. I mean, it wasn't really all that sudden because I had been off the pill for 5 months and had pretty regular cycles up until this point. I knew what was going on, but a war of devils and angels was raging on my shoulders. 'Oh my gosh...OH MY GOSH...I'm totally pregnant. Like, totally up the spout.' 'No, there's no way. There's absolutely no way. This is a fluke, don't get too excited, you're gonna start bleeding any second.' 'But I'm LATE. I'm days late. This could be for real.' 'Seriously? Don't be an idiot. You're gonna be very disappointed.' Standing in my bedroom, folding laundry so I had an excuse for not working out yet, I realized I had to pee and that this was an opportune time to take a pregnancy test. So I pulled out my secret stash.
The first test I dipped was a cheapy strip test. I dunked and ran. I wanted to keep myself busy for those three minutes, so back to laundry I went. And guess what? I managed to forget all about the pregnancy test. For 20 minutes. And when I went to check BAM! Very, very positive. But I was in disbelief. So I took two more tests. I waited this time, and within 30 seconds BAM! Positive! All three of them. But I still didn't believe it. Nope, not even a little bit. So I pulled out the big guns: a ClearBlue Digital Pregnancy Test with Weeks Estimator. And there is was: pregnant, 1-2 weeks. Spelled out for me so I couldn't deny it.
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| It's hard to see the top two, but the bottom two are pretty clear! |
Telling my Husband:
As I mentioned, Pete was on a run when I found out. I thought I had prepared myself well in advance. I thought I would be cool as a cucumber and I could surprise him in some cute, YouTube worthy way. Absolutely the opposite. I was shaking like a leaf, and I just wanted him to be home already! I had stocked up, in hopes of an eventual positive result, so I had this shirt:
And I had these two books:
I laid all this stuff out on the bed, clutched the positive test in my right hand. And stood in the corner shaking. Every 15 seconds or so, I would check the window to see if Pete was running home. Twenty minutes later, I saw the forest green of a shirt I hoped was Pete's bobbing it's way down our road. I retreated to my corner and waited to hear the door open. Forever later, it did, and I expected to hear him making his way up the stairs to me and the puppy. He didn't. 'HONEY!' I yelled down to him. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' I absolutely could not contain myself. I was jumping out of my skin. 'Uh...' he called up to me, his crazy wife. 'I'm gonna stretch...and get some water. Did you need something?' 'I NEED YOUR HELP!' I needed him to get his butt upstairs, pronto. I had been standing in a corner for twenty minutes, waiting for him to walk through that damn door. I heard him deep sigh in an imitation of Eeyore, and the gate on the stairs clanged. Walking into the bedroom, he looked at me, his crazy wife, standing in the corner. 'What's up?' 'LOOK AT THE BED.' Time slowed to molasses drip speed. His eyes moved from my face to the bed and scanned for whatever it was I needed help with. I saw them widen as he took in the books and shirt. Then they slow-snapped back up to me and the word that dripped from his lips was 'Really?' My response? My eloquent, well thought out, pulled together wife response? 'These test can't all be wrong!' My sweet husband held me while I cried, and together we rejoiced in the new life we had created.
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| Rejoicing. |
Stay tuned to hear more about telling our families, my symptoms the past 7 weeks, as well as the trials we're facing as this pregnancy progresses.
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