So, bright and early on Saturday, February 17th, I woke up and decided to take a pregnancy test. It was 6:30 AM, and I had to pee. I looked over at DH, and saw that he was awake too. He was the one who had convinced me to take the test, since AF had been MIA for about a week. I have generally whacky cycles, so I figured that was probably it. But a tiny doubt was niggling away at me anyway, since for the past few cycles I had been regular. Since we had plans to go skiing that weekend, I decided to test to make sure it was safe.
So I went into the bathroom, POAS, and before I could even get up off the seat, the word "Pregnant" was staring back at me from the digital screen. I looked at it, and searched for the word "Not" as I had seen "Not Pregnant" so many times before that I really didn't think the digital tests were programmed to say anything else! Fortunately, all it said was "Pregnant". I felt a moment of disbelief, a moment of panic, and then I smiled. It was true! I really was pregnant! I took the test out to DH, and nonchalantly handed it to him. I said, "What does this say?" and watched as his jaw dropped to his lap! It was amazing. I grinned at him, and he grinned at me. We talked about how amazing this is! After that we both got up, brushed our teeth and decided to send his unsuspecting parents an innocuous email. All it said was, "What do you guys think of this?" and we attached the picture of the positive HPT. Soon enough, we got a phone call and his mom was yelling and screaming with happiness! She said his dad had opened the email, and started yelling so loud, she thought he was having a heart attack! It was great.
DH and I went to the local coffee shop here in town for a celebratory cup of warm milk, and we talked about the pregnancy, the risk of miscarriage (my mom miscarried several times before me, so we're worried), and how I was feeling. That was by far one of the happiest days of my life.
And here we are today, I'm sitting pretty at 6w 4d. Morning sickness (all day sickness, really!) has started to kick in, and I'm tired ALL the time. And when I'm not tired or sick, I'm hungry.
It's been really fun so far though, everyday I wonder what our little one is upto in there. I welcome all the symptoms, even the unsavory ones like constipation :oops: because I know it means that s/he is healthy and thriving in there! Being pregnant has been magical so far, inspite of the not-so-glamorous weight gain, bloating, gassiness, etc. etc. I hope and pray I get to carry this baby to term, but if not, I am determined to enjoy each and every precious day I get with him/her. I thank God for this opportunity to be pregnant and have life growing inside me every day.
My first OB appointment has been scheduled for March 1st at 9:50 AM. I'll be meeting with an OB nurse, and she'll do all the routine questions, etc. My first ultrasound won't be until I'm 10-12 weeks along. I just cannot wait! I know we'll rest sooo much easier once we see or hear that little heart beating away.
Okay, I'm off to drink some more gingerale now! :wavehello:
Edited to add "The Picture"!