Daddy R and I have been planning to have a family from the moment we got together in 2008. We thought that 2012 would be the perfect time to start "trying." On January 1st, 2012 I took my last birth control pill. We thought it could take years to get pregnant. I have been on birth control for more than half my life due to irregular periods, so I did not even know if my body knew how to ovulate. I was also concerned that Daddy R's sperm could have trouble because I read that people who have had radiation treatments (for cancer) might have reproductive issues.
Much to our surprise, one week later, I knew I was pregnant. I believe I actually know the exact moment conception occurred. Daddy R told me I was crazy. But I insisted because I felt VERY pregnant. In fact, immediately I had almost every symptom in the book: two drops of blood (which I attribute to implantation bleeding) sore boobs that have already grown a size, nipples that felt like they were being carved out with razor blades, bloating, needing to pee constantly, a weird sensation in my stomach (pulling, stretching, heaviness), headaches, leg cramps, insomnia, a weakened immune system (I got sick three times back to back) and an increased sense of smell. I was also SO hormonal. The best example of this was when I was shopping at REI with Daddy R, my mom, and sister. I tried on a pair of boots and fell in love with them. When I realized I should not buy them because I had already spent a lot of money on new clothes that month I burst into tears. Under normal conditions, I cry very infrequently and I would NEVER cry over not being able to purchase a material possession. Let's face it, I was WAY pregnant. I begged Daddy R to take a pregnancy test with me but he continued to think I had lost my mind.
About a week before I was actually supposed to get my period all of my symptoms went away. I thought to myself, maybe I was being crazy? Maybe it was a side-effect from going off birth control after all these years, my hormones must be making me an emotional roller coaster! When my period did not show up I convinced myself that my body must have forgotten how to have real period after all my years on birth control.
Four days and no period, all my pregnancy symptoms returned. The only additional one included extreme cramping. Daddy R finally agreed to take a home pregnancy test with me. I was doubtful but surprisingly, Daddy R was 110% sure I was pregnant. Wow, the tables really turned... apparently I convinced him I was pregnant while he simultaneously convinced me I was not pregnant. The first test came back positive. We took another one to be sure and it was also positive. I got lots of hugs and kisses that night. We never dreamed that we would be so fortunate to get pregnant on our first try. I am guessing this baby knows what an impatient mother it has. Or maybe the baby has already inherited my impatient gene. Either way, we are so so so excited for all that is to come.
This blog is remaining secret for now because we want to share this news once we are a little further along. I am continuing to experience severe cramping. I called my midwife (yes, I am having a midwife but the story behind that will be another post) and she was unconcerned because I have no bleeding. The nurse I talked to before I could talk to the midwife scared the bgoogles out of me. She stated, "You are ONLY five weeks pregnant and your chance of miscarriage is 25%." Thank you for that incredibly scary and useless fact. I am trying to stay positive and limit my stress, eat healthy food, take prenatal vitamins, and get as much exercise as possible.
The other weird part of our journey so far is that I am already showing. Not just a little, but a lot. Perhaps this is just bloating. Perhaps we are having septuplets. Regardless, I will be wearing baggy clothes. The other dilemma is that people are asking questions and suspecting every time I turn down a glass of wine or a pint of beer. Daddy R and I have become very crafty at making up excuses or switching our glass underneath the table. While I might be eating for two, Daddy R is responsible for drinking for two. I don't know who drew the short stick on this one.
Here is a picture from the night we found out the good news:
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| I don't know if you can see in this picture that my belly is protruding the same distance as my boobs (which are also protruding more than normal). Even thought it looks like I have just "let myself go" that is not the case. In fact, I have actually lost about 10 pounds in the past two weeks.......really, I have no idea what this all means. |
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