Monday, September 26 – You Should Take a Pregnancy Test
Sevitember was ending on a high note and I was feeling more than comfortable with the fact that I had just turned 30 years old. After a full weekend of partying away (with lots of vodka involved), I kicked off the Monday after my 30th birthday on cloud 9. David mentioned that my breasts looked a little larger than normal and I instantly attributed it to my womanly cycle making its impending descent to have fun for a week. Not once did the thought of being pregnant cross my mind.
Mind you, my womanly cycle should’ve arrived early September. I was so caught up with Sevitember, my 30th, and the inconsistent cycle that it didn’t phase me at all.
My sweet husband looked at me quizzically and quietly suggested that I take a pregnancy test. Without skipping a beat, I told him to buy the test and I would take it first thing Tuesday. My ego and life plans were set in stone that I had no inkling of thinking that I could possibly really be pregnant.
It was probably the least stressful Monday, I have ever had in my life at work. When I got home, my husband was making dinner and I went to a successful workout. Before winding down for bed, David told me he had actually bought the pregnancy test. I shrugged him off, because 30 was shaping up to be a fantastic year….
Tuesday, September 27 – I’m Pregnant?
Around 4:15AM, I woke up and needed to go to the bathroom. Instead of waiting I decided that I would just take the pregnancy test. Knowing that I had a solid hour and half left it just made sense and I would wake up to the negative test to go about my day. Want to know what I did? I took the test and crawled back into bed to rest up before that 6:00AM alarm to awaken me.
Feeling much more refreshed after the early morning wake up, I was still on cloud 9 and ready to conquer the day. Sevitember was winding down beautiful and the week was flying by. The hum of my electric toothbrush filled the bathroom and it finally hit me that I took the test. Laughing to myself, I reached over to the counter and picked it up. I looked down to be greeted with the hardest slap back to reality. Staring back at me was a bright blue positive sign.
After stammering the words “it’s positive” to David, it finally clicked with him that we were going to be having a baby. I was shell shocked, he was thrilled.
Later that Day – Tuesday, September 27
I frantically typed “I need you to get another pregnancy test. Not the ones with a plus sign or two lines. I need one that writes PREGNANT out to me.” With a simple smiley emoji, David knew that by the time I arrived home he needed to have that test at the house.
The rest of the day went by painfully slow as I couldn’t focus or process the fact that I could possibly be pregnant. Upon arriving home, I ran straight past David and instantly took the test. Not even a minute had ticked away when PREGNANT flashed boldly across the electronic screen.
David let out a hearty laugh! I sat on our bedroom bed flabbergasted at what life had just tossed our way.
The Following Weeks Later – I’m PREGNANT.
Before our first official OB/GYN appointment, I’ll confess that I was about 9 pregnancy tests deep out of denial. The morning sickness kicked in, the emotions, and so much more started to make this even more of a reality. We shared the news with our close friends and family who were all thrilled to hear about it. David couldn’t stop beaming with pride and was extremely attentive to all of my needs as I struggled each day with the first trimester symptoms.
I was slowly starting to come around to the fact that we were going to be parents. I knew it would take a lot more than 9 pregnancy tests to really get me on board.