I wasn't feeling well at the beginning of last week. I was achy, nauseous, and had no appetite. I am a married woman of child-bearing age, so co-workers, my babysitter, etc. all asked (in a hushed voice, like I would tell
them the truth), "You're not pregnant, are you???"
I told them all no. If I was really pregnant, I would have hidden any symptoms that I was experiencing. I kept quiet about my pregnancy with Evie until I was about 12 weeks along, and I had morning sickness with her too. If I really thought I was pregnant, I would have sucked it and not let anyone know that I felt like crap.
Of course I was thinking, "There's no way I could be pregnant." But enough people got in my head. Plus, I was kind of lazy about my birth control over the last
year month, so in the back of my mind I knew it wasn't entirely irrational. I was supposed to get my period on Monday, right?? I told myself, "Doesn't matter." My cycle has been completely wonky since I was pregnant with Evie. Pregnancy, followed by 16 months of breastfeeding have taken their toll on my usual regularity.
Last Wednesday evening I decided to rule out the possibility. I was shocked when it a plus sign appeared on the pregnancy test.
Shocked is actually an understatement. Whatever shocked times 10 million would be, that's what I was. Even as I write this, I'm still in disbelief. Even though I've thought about
Evie being an only child, M and I probably would have decided to have another, and I imagine we would have started trying in the next year, but this is not how we planned.
It took about 24 hours for me to completely calm down. I flipped out to M, and to a couple of my closest girlfriends at school. They helped a lot. I am becoming more excited each day now that the surprise has worn off a bit. We get to choose names again. I get to feel a little baby kicking me from the inside again. We get to go to ultrasounds and this time we're definitely finding out the gender!! And best of all, I get to cuddle with a little newborn baby again.
So, here I am at 5 weeks and 4 days pregnant.
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In all my bloat-tastic glory. |
Life rarely goes as planned. :)