The day I found out I was pregnant
We had been trying for so long, I was convinced there was something wrong with me. Only a couple of weeks before, I had made a doctor's appointment to figure out a course of action. I was just waiting for AF to delve into a series of tests in which I would be poked and prodded in an effort to determine why we hadn't been able to conceive yet. My husband, being the amazing person that he is, also agreed to go in for a test to make sure his guys were up to the task. He was dreading it but he was a trooper. It was scheduled for lunch time on Monday, April 27th. If I wasn't too busy at work, I was going to meet him there.
I woke up that day and decided to take a HPT for no particular reason. Part of me had noticed that I didn't have the normal symptoms I usually experience as AF's visit gets near, but at the same time, I really had it in my head that this wasn't going to happen for us without intervention. So much so, in fact, that after I took the test I put it down to wait for it to develop and then forgot about it as I went about my morning routine. It was only after my husband and I were turning off lights and unplugging the iron that I saw it sitting there and remembered I had never checked it. I walked over to it to pick it up. My husband also paused at the door, perhaps wondering whether I was really going to try to redo my hair again.
I think the first thing that came out of my mouth when I saw it was something quite elegant like: "Oh sh*t. It's positive." We stared at each other in disbelief. Then we laughed and hugged and he said, I'm going to cancel that appointment. I nodded and we hugged some more.
I immediately called my mom, and when I got into work that morning, I told my best friend. Then I called the doctor's office to get a blood test. I walked over to a lab that is near my office to get the blood drawn that same day. My friend came with me for moral support, which it turns out I really didn't need. The whole experience was anti-climatic. When they were done taking the blood, they just called in the next patient and told me they'd get back to me in 24-48 hours. For some reason, I figured that if there was ever a time for instant gratification, this was it. I mean, how am I supposed to wait 24-48 hours for this? Of course, a couple of days later they did eventually confirm that I was in fact pregnant, but my hcg was a low 45, so I must have been very early. Come back for another draw next week. If everything is normal the number should double just about every 48 hours. Before that moment, I was blissfully ignorant of this little tidbit, which I have come to learn consumes the lives of so many women.
In working on this piece, I went through my emails to see if I had any documentation of that day. I found this email I sent to my husband:
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From: Priya
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:26 AM
To: Peter
Subject: i think
you are going to be a daddy!
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From: Peter
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:28 AM
To: Priya
Subject: RE: i think
I always knew it would be such. I can't wait to tell my parents.
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From: Priya
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:35 AM
To: Peter
Subject: RE: i think
Pregnancy Due Date Calculator
Your baby will be born on or around Wednesday, January 6, 2010.
You are about 3 weeks pregnant.
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From: Peter
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:43 AM
To: Priya
Subject: RE: i think
3 weeks pregnant already? Whoa.
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From: Priya
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:44 AM
To: Peter
Subject: RE: i think
That's how they count it.
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From: Peter
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:47 AM
To: Priya
Subject: RE: i think
When are we going to tell everyone else? After the blood test?
That was hands down one of the happiest days of my life.
We're going to be off in the wilderness camping this weekend, but when I come back on Monday, the snide crumpet takes a look at the question: When should you tell people you are pregnant?
Until then, FTTA!
I woke up that day and decided to take a HPT for no particular reason. Part of me had noticed that I didn't have the normal symptoms I usually experience as AF's visit gets near, but at the same time, I really had it in my head that this wasn't going to happen for us without intervention. So much so, in fact, that after I took the test I put it down to wait for it to develop and then forgot about it as I went about my morning routine. It was only after my husband and I were turning off lights and unplugging the iron that I saw it sitting there and remembered I had never checked it. I walked over to it to pick it up. My husband also paused at the door, perhaps wondering whether I was really going to try to redo my hair again.
I think the first thing that came out of my mouth when I saw it was something quite elegant like: "Oh sh*t. It's positive." We stared at each other in disbelief. Then we laughed and hugged and he said, I'm going to cancel that appointment. I nodded and we hugged some more.
I immediately called my mom, and when I got into work that morning, I told my best friend. Then I called the doctor's office to get a blood test. I walked over to a lab that is near my office to get the blood drawn that same day. My friend came with me for moral support, which it turns out I really didn't need. The whole experience was anti-climatic. When they were done taking the blood, they just called in the next patient and told me they'd get back to me in 24-48 hours. For some reason, I figured that if there was ever a time for instant gratification, this was it. I mean, how am I supposed to wait 24-48 hours for this? Of course, a couple of days later they did eventually confirm that I was in fact pregnant, but my hcg was a low 45, so I must have been very early. Come back for another draw next week. If everything is normal the number should double just about every 48 hours. Before that moment, I was blissfully ignorant of this little tidbit, which I have come to learn consumes the lives of so many women.
In working on this piece, I went through my emails to see if I had any documentation of that day. I found this email I sent to my husband:
-------
From: Priya
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:26 AM
To: Peter
Subject: i think
you are going to be a daddy!
-------
From: Peter
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:28 AM
To: Priya
Subject: RE: i think
I always knew it would be such. I can't wait to tell my parents.
-------
From: Priya
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:35 AM
To: Peter
Subject: RE: i think
Pregnancy Due Date Calculator
Your baby will be born on or around Wednesday, January 6, 2010.
You are about 3 weeks pregnant.
-------
From: Peter
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:43 AM
To: Priya
Subject: RE: i think
3 weeks pregnant already? Whoa.
-------
From: Priya
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:44 AM
To: Peter
Subject: RE: i think
That's how they count it.
-------
From: Peter
Sent: Monday, April 27, 2009 9:47 AM
To: Priya
Subject: RE: i think
When are we going to tell everyone else? After the blood test?
That was hands down one of the happiest days of my life.
We're going to be off in the wilderness camping this weekend, but when I come back on Monday, the snide crumpet takes a look at the question: When should you tell people you are pregnant?
Until then, FTTA!
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