I am now 22 weeks pregnant, but like a good blogger, I will revisit the moment we found out we’d be welcoming a third tiny (probably massive – thanks, Tim) human into our lives.
March 17th, St. Patrick’s Day, was pee-on-a-stick day. But I “knew” probably 2 weeks before that. I still have notes in my phone from those weeks because I knew something was off. They say things like “my boobs hurt today,” “I felt dizzy when I was walking,” and “okay it is not normal for my boobs to hurt this much.” I never realized how much I knew the norm of my body until these few weeks.
We were VERY lucky. Like VERY VERY lucky to get pregnant so quickly. I waited to take a test because 1. those shits are expensive and I wanted to make sure it would show up and I wouldn’t waste a test 2. I am cynical and skeptical by nature, and it still kind of seemed like it wasn’t possible for me to already be pregnant.
So, I waited until the day I was supposed to get my period, March 17th. Spoiler alert: I didn’t. Is this TMI? Feel free to not read. Anyway, I didn’t sleep at all the night before because HI, ANXIETY. At 5 AM, I decided to stop Googling early pregnancy symptoms in bed and just go take the test. I was anticipating having to wait a few minutes, but the second I glanced at the test, there was no mistaking that second line.
I screamed from the bathroom for Tim with the urgency that someone had died.
I told him it was probably false, knowing full well that false positives weren’t a thing. Did I mention I’m cynical?
I am lucky to have a husband who doesn’t humor me and he reminded me that if it says positive, it’s positive and “WE’RE HAVING A BABY!”
I went to work that day and did zero work. I was in shock and excited, but told myself I’d take another test in a couple days because I’m insane.
We went to a concert that night with Tim’s brother and his wife and I continued my “I gave up alcohol for lent” shtick. Side note: I actually DID intend to give up alcohol for lent. After my friend’s bachelorette party in Nashville, I needed a break, so that was legit, and just ended up being very convenient. I was exhausted at the concert and felt a nauseous the entire time.
Two days later, I took another test and remember coming out of the bathroom and telling Tim “Welp. It turns out I’m pregnant. Holy shit.” He didn’t even look at me and shook his head, “Yeah, we knew that on Friday…”
You’re welcome for the dirty mirror. And, don’t let the yoga mat fool you- that’s just a door stop.