A Pregnancy Story

WHAT THE WHAT?!

This was one of many pregnancy tests that was taken in February.

Let's begin from the beginning. . .

December 2012

   It is my birthday and I did not want to feel super old so I declared it a get together to celebrate the day after the end of the world. No one showed up so yeah, I felt a little bummed out. My birthday must not have been important to anyone. My bestie showed up and I let her know that Vince and I were in the beginning to discussing may be trying for a baby but for 2014- not the next year. She smiled and told me about her dream that she gave me three candy canes and soon enough I announced to her that I was pregnant. My birthday gift? A necklace she made and in the bag was also three candy canes. I giggled because since we have been married people have had a guestimate on when we were going to have a baby. So much so, it made me fearful and hiding pregnancy tests throughout our apartment so that should I end up a little late I have a test in hand.

January 2013

  I have a dream that my father came to me and told me to take care of his grandbaby. I told him that I have no idea what he was talking about and named my sister's children. He simply said, "You better take care of my grandbaby." He vanished from my dream and I awoke but did not think much else of it. At this point, I had just signed up for my SECOND half marathon and I had not even ran the first one yet. I got my runners shoes that fit like a dream and I had just run my first 10k at a pretty decent time. I was even getting ready to audition to be a Yoga Sculpt instructor so everything was falling into place.

February 2013

 I came into the office one early February morning and one of my front desk ladies looked at me and asked, "You had your cycle yet?" Nope, never crossed my mind. I said nothing. "Congratulations doc!" I shook it off and just figured she started cramping and would be upset and go home as she usually does. I knew "aunt flo" was coming but in her own sweet precious time. A week came and went. I was preparing for a Valentine's Day themed race which was another 10k. I was hitting up my yoga classes which were now making me faint and dizzy. I was so tired all the time. I was bloating but I just assumed that aunt flo was going to come with a vengeance. Had not even noticed I was late since I was running, working, you know living. Any PMS symptoms? I hear other ladies stories and they had all these symptoms but believe it or not, I had hardly any. I was used to being late because of how my cycle was erratic. . . but that was BEFORE I became a vegetarian. Usually little bouts of stress here and there may make it late but not by much. 

 I run my race which was highly difficult because it was raining and it was cold so I was actually slipping all over the place. I began running with another BGR! lady who was catching a cold. At about mile 4 we slowed down because of her menstrual cramps. Thinking out loud I said, "Huh, I have not had my period yet."

"Are you pregnant?"

" I don't know."

  We began discussing it and I began thinking, "Oh crap! I might actually be pregnant!" I finish my race and get my medal and take the sweetest picture with hubby. . .

Hmmm. . . I just ran 6 miles. Am I pregnant?

Kisses for hubby

The next day, I had the day off from work. As soon as I felt the urge to pee I ran to the bathroom. I grabbed one test that was hiding in the apartment and just grabbed the other three tests because I was sick of being in fear. It was either I am or I am not but I REFUSE to hide in this fear any longer. I figured the test was going to have the infamous one line that I loved. It was dark and I could barely see but I took those tests at like 6:45am. I took the dropper and placed the pee over the spot for each of those four tests. I just KNEW they were going to have my one red line. . . . three minutes pass. . . I finally turn on the light. Test number one- look like one. Wait, is there a faint pink line there? No, couldn't be. Test number two. Uh, that for sure has two lines. Test number three- same thing. Test number four- my famous red line and nothing else.

My attempt to wake up Vince was difficult but if I would have said, " Vince, I took four pregnancy tests and three says we are going to have a baby." This story would not have been as funny. I really said;

"Uh, Vince. . . I took some tests and it did not say I was not pregnant. Can you come into the bathroom?"

Vince, still asleep and now annoyed that I am trying to wake him so early in the morning says, "What?"

"I took a pregnancy test!"

I think he heard the hostility in my voice and got up half sleep and tripping over the bed in our bedroom. So, I had to explain to him how pregnancy tests work and how one line means no baby and two lines means, "Congrats, you knocked her up." So, I showed him the first test. "So, two lines mean pregnant?" He said. I nodded my head. He stated he did not see the pink line. I showed him the second test and he asked the same thing. "Yes." I said. I showed him the third test and told him that it states pregnant and I told him that the last one said no but when I looked at it again, that pink line showed it. "Oh, no. This one also says I am pregnant. Congrats, you are going to be a daddy." I walked back into the bedroom. I honestly think he was still half asleep and half shocked.

Honestly, I don't think the pregnancy hit us immediately.

The initial four pregnancy tests. The first picture was of a test I took almost a week later. Vince wanted a test that actually said I was pregnant.

So, the question is should I report my weekly pregnancy events? Not really but I will try and post some cool things that I did and cool stuff from books as well as my modified yoga practice and my running along with pampering and all the good food and cooking. Nom nom!