This is the first part in a series about finding out that we were pregnant, how that changed our lives, and how we dealt with all it. I am going to try to be as honest as I can in these posts. I think that it is important.
I am posting this one day late in honor of my one year Mommy anniversary!
For a couple of days my husband asked if I was pregnant. I kept saying no. At one point I even took a test and it was negative. I knew that I had some of the symptoms, but I just assumed that they were PMS. I have never been very regular so that was not a clue to me. I had all of the symptoms that you have with PMS; cramping, irritability, and tender breasts. I even made a joke to a friend that Michael thought that I was pregnant but I thought that he was crazy. In fact, that is a picture of me installing our floors when I was about three weeks pregnant, two weeks before I discovered this myself.
It was Monday, March 29th. I woke up at around 8:20 in the morning. I went into the backroom and figured that I would waste yet another pregnancy test. So I pulled out the test and did my business. I looked at the test as it filled in first the test line and then the second line. The pregnant line! I just sat there and stared at the test. The only think I could think was well that is new and different.
I went out of the bathroom threw on some clothes and drove out to Wal-Mart. I went straight to the pregnancy test section and bought two different brands of the digital read out test. I went to the register paid and drove home trying not to think. I ran up stairs to the bathroom and took the two test. There it was in black and white “Pregnant” and “Yes +”. There was no doubt about it…I was pregnant!