It is very early Monday, May 7, 2012. My boss was kind enough to give me Saturday and Sunday off this weekend (which is rather unheard of) but then yelled at me not to waste it. He made me promise to do something fun. I don't know that he would qualify it as "fun," but I'm pretty shocked, numb, overjoyed, overwhelmed, excited...you name it.
As of Saturday I was two or three days late (do I need to spell it out?) and decided that even though I didn't think this would be the month, I would take a pregnancy test first thing upon waking up. Now, I didn't think this would be the month because I know exactly what day I ovulated (thank you dollar store ovulation test), and it was April 20, the very same day Scott took off with his friend Wags to Bloomington for the night to see the Sublime with Rome concert. So while a couple of days leading up to ovulation were utilized, ovulation day was a miss.
So I pee in a cup, and follow the directions on the pregnancy test (also dollar store). I have to wait 2-3 minutes, and of course I can't look away. The control line is bright pink immediately, and there's a faint indication of where the test line is, but I look away because I'm sure that is just how the test works, not real, it's tricking me. I've taken these before, I know you can kind of see the line. So I wait. Then I check again. And again. Because that is definitely a line. It's not super strong and bright like the control line, but it is THERE. OMG YES! Scott's still at work! When will he get home! OMG!
So I'm kind of scurrying around, trying to figure out what to do next, and I decide to clean out the mini-fridge here in the basement. Something has leaked in there, because it's stinky, and everytime you open it it's gross. So I did that. Busy work. Luckily Scott got home fairly quickly. I let him walk in, asked how his day was, and then I told him. His first reaction was a couple of bad words, but then he took his shoes off and thought about it for a minute. Once he'd had time to process it, he smiled and gave me a kiss. And then I made him take me to Benihana's, where I immediately realized I couldn't drink wine. Dag, yo. Also, we saw many purple prom dresses.
We've decided to keep it hush-hush for a week. Next Sunday is Mother's Day (how appropriate!) and we will tell our respective mothers that day. Caryn's even having a cookout at her place, so my brother and sister and mom will all be there. We went ahead and told my Dad, since I had to tell somebody (who wouldn't blab), and I live with him so that made sense. He was okay at first, but freaked out a little bit when he realized he needed to decide what to be called - Papaw (neither of us really liked using that term once we hit our teens), G-Pa, Gramps, Old Man Creviston.... Haven't come to a decision yet, though.
So I am going to try to get an appointment with my doctor on Thursday (it's the day I have off this week) to confirm. And I have taken two more tests over the past couple of days, both faintly positive. I'm still late, and my uterus feels tense--not in a crampy, "that-time-of-the-month" way, but different. And now my boobs hurt a lot. So. Symptoms? Or am I just projecting?
I'm a planner, so my first reaction is to plan, but then I get overwhelmed within about thirty seconds. I'm trying to just let it go for now, and wait until there is confirmation from a doctor that Someone is camping out in my insides.
And if there is, according to some app, based off the date of my last period, I'm due January 9. Oh man, what if this is a Christmas baby. I always promised myself I wouldn't do that, yet here I am....crap.
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