Happy Events: Part I

My period ended up being late. Although this is highly unusual for me - it's normally like clockwork - I didn't think that it was because I was pregnant. I knew I would be starting soon. I could feel it in my body; my boobs hurt, I had cramps, and I pretty much felt like crap. I told myself that I would give it a couple more days and then I would take a pregnancy test. We planned on going snowboarding on Saturday, so Saturday morning seemed like the perfect time to take one. You shouldn't go snowboarding if you're pregnant, but the main reason I wanted to wait is because seeing the words "not pregnant" is more painful than realizing you've started your period.

When I hadn't started Saturday morning, I whipped out a pregnancy test and made a b-line to the bathroom. To soften the blow, I used a First Response test which shows one line for not pregnant and two lines for pregnant. Still, I didn't really want to look at it. I think I did everything I could to delay the results. I brushed and flossed my teeth, washed my face, did a puzzle, and knitted some socks. Finally, I peeked my head into the toilet room and said, "Hmm..." Obviously this can't be right, I thought. I said to Nick, "I see two lines, but the second one is really light." I held it up to Nick and asked, "can you see that line?"

He could see it. Two lines were there. They were staring us in the face.

I consulted the instructions. It states that if there are two lines, even if the second one is lighter than the first, you're pregnant.

I said to Nick, "I don't think this is right."

I went on to say, "I'm not getting my hopes up. I'll take another test tomorrow morning."

And of course, "If this isn't right then First Response is really fucked up."

Having seen two lines, although not believing I was actually pregnant, we decided to play is safe and skip the snowboarding.  The plan was to have a normal day and test again tomorrow.  We decided to go to see Cedar Rapids (seriously, skip this movie - you'll thank me later), out to lunch, and to run a few errands.  But after I completed my two-hour long process of getting ready, I threw our wait-until-tomorrow plans out the window and tested again. Just like last time, two beautiful pink lines showed up in the window.

Wow. Can this really be true? After seeing this, I got a little more hopeful that I was actually pregnant.  I told Nick that instead of getting excited we should wait until the next morning and test with Clear Blue Digital. We all know that Clear Blue won't lie to us and play with our emotions like First Response. That little stick really tells it like it is - good or bad.

While we were out I found myself saying I shouldn't eat this and I shouldn't drink that - just in case. I even ordered a side of broccoli at lunch. I told Nick that tomorrow we'll need to go to the bookstore and buy a pregnancy book. I told him that I'd need to go to the grocery store and get healthy snacks to keep in my desk drawer at work. We talked about when we would tell everyone.  We both really wanted it to be true.

When we got home from our day out, it will come as no surprise to know that I couldn't wait until the next morning to take the third and final test. As soon as we walked in the door I tore open the box and headed upstairs. When the results appeared, I was amazed at what I saw. It showed the sweetest little word I had been dying to see without the word "not" in front of it.

That was it. I was pregnant. I WAS pregnant. How exciting! And scary. And nerve-wracking. But totally awesome! Three tests confirmed it. Seriously, is this for real? We did it. We actually did it. We made a baby. Ohmygod!