Life Altering News

You know, I really haven't an earthly idea what to say here...

My period's sort of weird (I know, that's TMI for everyone, but bear with me, ok?). Irregular doesn't even begin to cover it. And I'll get it for an evening, and then it goes away for a day or so before it comes back to stay out the duration.

Makes it a bit nerve-wracking to get pregnant.

My last menstral cycle started January 5th. After expecting it around Christmas and not getting it until much later, I got a pregnancy test kit.

Nada.

Two days later, period.

::sighs::

This month I was feeling what might be termed "superstitious dread" about the whole thing. The 5th of February came and went. That weekend I said to myself that I'd get a kit and test on the 10th. I didn't.

Wednesday, the 12th, I picked up a kit while Kevin and I were at the grocery store. Just in case, I told him and myself. Wednesday night, I'm bleeding. Just a little. But you know, I've done this before. So I put the kit away and figure I'll worry about it next month.

The 13th? No period. 14th? Still clear. The weekend passes. Now I'm starting to get nervous and irritated. I wouldn't mind being pregnant, I tell myself, but I'd like my body to act normal about it. (What's normal? I'm pretty sure I've missed it.)

Yesterday I got up because I was feeling massively ill. I haven't been sleeping well recently and I blamed it on that. I had some breakfast and debated with myself about throwing up. I eventually did. Throw up, that is. And then I went and laid back down for a while.

When I got up again, I decided I'd go ahead and use the test. If it was negative, I could get another one later. They're not so very expensive.

I watched both lines turn pink with something like shock. My heart-rate went up through the roof and I was panting for breath. But it was immediate. "Less than a minute for most positive results," the information inside the package crows. I waited a few more minutes anyway, just to see if the pink line would sort of slide off and disappear or something. It didn't.

I wandered into the bedroom where Kevin was still sleeping.

"Hon," my voice emerged as something less than a whisper. "Wake up."

Kevin, who is very good about not waking up, doesn't even twitch. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I said. "I'm pregnant."

Bam! He's awake. I don't think I've ever seen him wake up so fast in the entire six years we've been together.

"Well," he said. Yeah, that's about how I felt, too... sort of weird and disorriented and laughing and almost crying all at the same time.

On the other hand, I won't actually get to see a doctor until March 10th.

Now comes all the hard part... the waiting...

Posted by tisfan at February 18, 2003 07:11 AM