So, although this post will reach the internet world, much after it is written, here is the scoop.
After a weekend of driving to north jersey for Aunt Mary's surprise party: during which Peach managed to pop Wrinkles' eyeball out and incur a ridiculous vet bill, we returned home. I wasn't feeling particularly well that weekend, but chalked it up to poor eating, driving and exhaustion. We returned on Monday evening at about 5 pm. I begged Brian to let me just shower and go to bed, but he insisted we go to Maurizio's for a little couple's dinner.
Side bar to this story, on the ride home, we discussed my complaints of not feeling well and joked that maybe I was pregnant. So we were home and I was procrastinating going out, so I asked Brian if we could do a pregnancy test just to rule out that was not the problem...as unlikely as we thought it would be.
We had previously agreed that when the time came for a test, although he would not watch me pee on a stick, he would be only a few feet away to view the results. This may be TMI, but while peeing on the stick, I'm watching the plus sign form with severe disbelief. As quickly as possible I finish with my business, cap the test and gently place it on the counter like that might make the plus sign go away. I open the door to Brian and say "You're ridiculous." He asks why. I reply something like "Its a plus sign, apparently I'm pregnant?!?!" He then proceeds to check that I read it right. (Apparently he has more experience with these things than I do or I just looked irrational). But on Clear Blue Easy tests, it says + = pregnant - = not pregnant, for those of us who throw the boxes away to keep down clutter. So we had a positive test. We then proceeded out to dinner where I was surprised by friends gathered to celebrate with us. Imagine how difficult not to blurt out our big news! Finding out I was pregnant on my birthday = best news ever!
With much denial and confusion and tamped down excitement, I proceeded through the next day at work. When we got home, I demanded a second test, hoping it would feel more real. This test came back with the same joyous results. I just couldn't believe it.
Now, writing this 4 days later, I'm not sure I've accepted it. I've made out first appointment to see our little embryo on the 28th of the month. I've read the pregnancy book cover to cover. Aside from initial queasiness in the evenings, I've been feeling ok, but supposedly the horrible symptoms hit next week. My boobs hurt, I've been drinking and peeing like crazy, and my nose is a whole new thing. I can smell garbage or onions from a mile away. I've also had these twinges in my hip and groin/lower abs that feel like a sprain which is apparently round ligament pain. This is supposed to only plague people further along, but I must have overdone it these past few days.
So far, I've been preferring mac and cheese and greek food. I'm not sure if I would call them a craving or just a weird preference when nothing else sounds good. For those of you who know me, chinese food is one of my favorites, but that sounds and smells awful these days. Also, foods that I eat all the time now taste different. Things seem really sour to me all the time eventhough Brian assures me they are not.
I'm very nervous about the pregnancy aspect for the next few months because I'm probably over educated on the matter and generally negative about outcomes for myself. I worry about miscarriage, birth defects I can cause my baby through various methods (radiation, food, infections, etc), and stillbirth (thanks, Secret Life of the American teenager). I'm trying to just be positive and enjoy this experience. I even bought some very on sale maternity pants to make it seem more permanent. I am anxiously waiting to see the OB and find out that our little peanut is growing as expected and will be joining us this May, just in time for our 2 year anniversary!
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