So, I can't say that I have been trying to conceive forever, like many women who blog about their pregnancies. I am lucky in that we were just not preventing, and I was keeping track of my temps just to make sure that I was healthy, but that's about all.
So the past week I have been exhausted. It only takes a few hours for me to be tired, but the bright side is that when I take a nap, I am ready to go once I wake up! So anyway, I have been really tired, and well, my boobs haven't been the same for a while. Let's just say they are at attention a lot more, and I am very much aware of them. One morning this past week, I awoke from them aching-I mean ACHING. I suspected something was up, and not just my nipples.
So Friday I got home from work, sat and drank my half-caff iced latte and felt and urge to use the bathroom. While I was at it, I figured I would take a test. I had bought the ClearBlue Easy Digital test (for those of you who hate the ambiguity of a traditional test, go digital. I swear it make life much easier, as you aren't sitting there squinting at a test, wondering if you really see a second line.) a few days before because of my suspicions, and now it was time to take the test.
PREGNANT! it said. My husband would be getting home soon, and as I waited, my heart raced as I thought of how I could tell him. I thought out a clever little introduction such as "Well, for the past few days, you know how I've been really tired, and hot, and have been up early in the morning? Well, there's a reason for that...." but when he actually got home and asked me what I had been up to, I just looked at him as he was emptying his pockets of his keys and wallet and said, "Well, I'm pregnant!" He looked at me and said, "No you're not." I handed him the digital test and told him to look for himself. He stared at it and began to smile and then handed it back to me.
I took another test today, and it said the same thing. And now I think it's just might be really real. It's hard to imagine that I have something growing inside of me. It frightens me (I hate going to the doctor) and excites me, and it also presents a multitude of questions in my head. Will we buy a house? Will I keep working? Where will I take my baby for daycare (this thought brings a knot to my throat already)? Should we move into a new neighborhood? So many questions, but I still have one important one to be answered: is everything okay inside of me? In a few weeks, I will know.
In the meantime, I am having some food aversions. I no longer like soychips. And the scent of jalapeno Doritos is enough to make me crazy. I've felt nauseous, but haven't thrown up yet. I keep hoping that my strong stomach will serve me well. I have not vomited for reasons other than intoxication since I was ten, and I hope to keep it that way. I can certainly say that the thought of food repulses me right now, but maybe that's because I ate terribly yesterday, and that's not normal for me.
