Then came the REALLY BIG NEWS. I’ll start from the beginning
of this one because it really starts before Christmas. (If you’re a guy, this
may be TMI, but you’ll get through it just fine.) I had my yearly woman’s
doctor appointment scheduled for December 6th. And this was a big
deal because I hadn’t been to one in a few years, even though I knew I needed
to. But, low and behold, Aunt Flo hadn’t completely finished her visit the day
of my appointment (NOT going to the doctor like that…) so I rescheduled. The
new appointment was for January 14th because their office was
completely booked until then. I figured it would also give me those few extra
days so I could make sure Aunt Flo’s January visit was completely over and done
with. I kept waiting and waiting and waiting some more, but she didn’t show up
on time. That’s not entirely unusual for me. She hasn’t been on schedule since
I quit taking birth control… almost 5 years ago. But while I was waiting, there
were some really weird things happening to me. I had these incredibly sharp
cramps… not all over cramps, but ones in a certain area (not usually in the
same place twice) and would quite literally take my breath away. This really
didn’t alarm me too much because I normally cramped for 2-3 days before Aunt Flo
would make herself known. But these cramps went on for about 2 weeks. There was
one day where I was making apple juice flavored crystal light… normally I love
apple juice. But the smell of it completely repulsed me to the point where I
had to leave the kitchen. I was also extra tired… but I didn’t really get a lot
of sleep to begin with so I chalked it up to just needing a day to rest. My
“girls” were also incredibly sore… which, again, wasn’t unusual for before Aunt
Flo’s visit. I’ve had times where Flo was incredibly late… she had been a week
and a half late once and 2 weeks late another time, so I figured I would wait
until then to really start to be concerned. However, I didn’t have that much
time. Brian and I had agreed that I would wait to take a test on the Friday (January 11th)
morning before my Monday appointment. I figured the outcome from that could
potentially change the nature of that appointment. But I have a very impatient
husband apparently and he insisted that I take a test the night before I was supposed
to. We got home from wrestling practice and I went to the bathroom and took it
pretty much immediately. It came up positive. But of course one test wasn’t
enough… so we went to town again that night and picked up some more from CVS.
The entire time, Brian kept saying “drink more water, drink more water!” But
the water didn’t work very quickly, so it took me about 45 minutes to have to
go again. That one came up positive too. Mind you, we hadn’t been taking any
precautions for a year and a half. I had pretty much given up on it happening
and at this point, I was convinced my eyes were only seeing what I wanted to
see.
I got to work the next day and called my OBGYN’s office as
soon as they opened only to be informed that he is not delivering any longer.
So I went on the hunt for a new doctor. I knew of several friends that had
their babies delivered through a certain office so I left a message for that
one. By the end of the day, they still hadn’t called me back yet. I tried
calling them again, but it was too late. So Brian and I decided that we should
let close family in on it. I called my mom and asked if they’d like to go to
dinner with us… and she completely figured it out! I didn’t hint towards a baby
or anything and she still knew what it was about! We met her, my dad, and my
brother for dinner that night and I had little boxes with toy baby shoes
wrapped up in them. Mom immediately burst into tears and the smile never left
my dad’s face. (Those of you that know my dad know that he’s a difficult one to
get emotion out of so it was very much welcomed.) I called my grandmother next
to tell her and told various family members over the next two days. Mom was
sworn to secrecy until we announced it, so I know that was killing her. We went
out to dinner with Brian’s mom also… and she, too, burst into tears. After that
dinner, we were able to announce it. I was able to get an appointment scheduled
with the new doctor that following Monday.
Once it “sunk in”, it still wasn’t very real but I couldn’t
ignore it either. Between that point and
my appointment with the doctor, I was scared. Correction: terrified. There are
so many “what-if’s” that I think I drove myself nuts with it. I hadn’t been to
a woman doctor in years, even after I had a known health problem and I was
worried something may have returned. I also know many, MANY people that have
had miscarriages in their first trimester. That was constantly in the back of
my head. It most likely didn’t help that Brian kept telling me about all of the
unpleasant things I get to look forward to. (He quit that after he realized he
was scaring me half to death.)
I haven’t had every typical pregnancy symptom. I’ve had some
crazy nausea and some weird food aversions. No cravings for things I don’t like
yet. I can feel the stretching and pulling which is a weird sensation in
itself. I don’t have to go to the bathroom a million times a day. And I’m
pretty emotional at times. I’ve had one meltdown so far… long story short, I
ended up in the bathroom floor lying on the dog’s bed (it’s big and
surprisingly comfy) curled up with a pillow. Brian ended up on the floor next
to me rubbing my back until I was able to stop the waterworks. I decided to
take a bath afterwards and Brian surprised me with some toast and chicken
noodle soup then took care of wrestling that night and told me to stay home and
rest. Brian is honestly a great pregnancy partner. He deals with my random
bouts of crying (I cried yesterday while still managing to laugh and partially
eat a chocolate chip cookie – he held me and rubbed my back until I was done)
and my sheer exhausted-ness. I get home from work and it’s really hard for me
to get the motivation to do much of anything since sleep is the only thing
really on my mind.
.... To be continued!!
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