There is this funny thing that happens when you spend months trying to conceive. You will spend every month noticing the tiniest symptoms and will try to mentally turn them into pregnancy symptoms. At least that is what I have been doing. I would blame this or that and eventually take a pregnancy test which would be followed by my period no less than 5 minutes later. Or so it seemed. It was like a horrible running joke.
Last Monday, July 21, I was doing just that. I wrote off the month of July because basically, my doc said too. Sure, there was an egg on each side but the viable side was way to small for anything and the good egg was on the broken right side. She wasn’t even bothering with a trigger shot. We would see what August held for us. So then Tuesday rolled around and I was telling my Husband that I was having cramps that went on for days and clearly this new fertility drug had some side effects. It was also making me a bit emotional, which was new, because I’m the least emotional girl. I don’t get PMS, I don’t get hormonal, nothing. I know, I’m weird. But here I was ready to cry in the middle of the furniture store because I couldn’t find chairs I wanted. My Husband looked at me like I had lost my mind. He offered me wine.
By Wednesday morning, July 23, I was still having cramps and figured my period would surely come in time to annoy my boating weekend. Wait, every weekend is boating weekend, so either way it sucks. I figured I would just get the routine negative pregnancy test out of the way before I left for work. I peed, the dog sat and stared, I set it on the counter and went to find shoes. I forgot about the test and came back 15 minutes later. I stared. I said “holy shit!” I got the box out. I read the directions. I compared pictures on the box to the picture on the stick. I sat down. The dog tried to eat the pregnancy test. I said “holy shit!” some more. I walked in circles and went back to comparepictures again.
That test said I was pregnant.
22 months of nothing and now pregnant. On the month I shouldn’t get pregnant. Impossible.
But I had to go to work.
Pregnant, that is what it said, right?!
I don’t think I remember that drive to work. I don’t think I remember much of what I did that day at work because I spent most of the day on this emotional roller coaster that I did not expect. I went to Target at lunch to buy a million more tests because surely that test at home was wrong . Surely I need to pee on 50 more to make sure. I also bought hair ties at Target with my tests because suddenly, buying just those tests, over lunch, seemed weird. So hair ties and pregnancy tests. I even bought the kind that are digital that flat-out say “pregnant” or “not pregnant.” I felt like I needed to make this as simple as possible because suddenly my brain wasn’t functioning. I couldn’t handle double lines or plus and minus signs. It all seemed like math and I couldn’t solve for X in a moment like this.
That emotional roller coaster, that was real. That was unexpected. I felt like crying. I felt like laughing. I felt happy, sad, joy, scared, freaked, confused….you name it, it happened that day. I didn’t want to talk to the Husband on the phone because I was afraid I would blurt it out. I called my doctor and they ordered me in for blood tests. Then my brain started on chances of miscarriage, ectopic pregnancies and everything else my doctor had warned me about.
Like I said, emotional. And that was just the first half of that day.
But after 22 months of infertility, I was pregnant.
12 thoughts on “July 23, 2014 – The first half of the day.”
CONGRATULATIONS!!! Praying for a smooth next 9 months!!!!!!!!
Oh and need details how you told the hubs!!!!!!!!!
Thanks! And that post is coming! Promise!
ahhhhhh soooooo happy for you!!! I cannot even imagine the elation you must have felt, and the shock and excitement and all of it barreling together!! so so happy for you!
Haha quite crazy! Thanks friend!
EEEEE!!!I want ALL the details!!! That is so freakin crazy!!!
Haha details coming:)