So, last week I had some odd dreams. I was with A, and we were holding a baby girl. I even knew her name. And the name stuck with me all week.
I still have it stuck in my head even now.
When I told him about it, he joked about how I was already picking out names without him. My brother even teased him about having to get used to it.
Thursday and Friday had me feeling kind grossed out about eating dinner after having had to handle the raw meat. Add in the problem I had sneezing and not wetting myself on Friday and afternoon....
My husband flat out told me to take the test.
We talked about it a little, and I told him that it was going to probably come out negative. It'd been a week since the scan, and there was no way a test would pick up the hormones yet. But, I did have a test leftover from the beginning of December, so I gave in. With the understanding that any negative test result we wouldn't read too much into it, we would buy more tests and try again a week later.
I had been so tired that day, so I went to bed early and slept with no interruptions until the urge to pee happened at about 6:30 am on Saturday morning. I had set the test out in the bathroom, and was coherent enough to remember to use it. I was sitting there, scratching the cat on the head, and waiting for the 3 minutes to happen.
And then I looked down and saw the test. All it said was "Pregnant", and that was enough for me.
After bouncing into bed and accusing him of knocking me up there was no way I was going to sleep again. He crashed, but I just wanted to start calling everyone I knew.
So, a little over 1 month after being told it might be time to go see a fertility specialist, I turn up pregnant.
I don't think I can even begin to describe the joy and relief.
I am now on my 2nd day of the 4th week of pregnancy. And my baby is due on 10/10/10.
Congratulations! That's wonderful news!!
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