Ok, Ok, I am way behind on the blog. At first it was intentional. My hope was that IUI would work and I didn't want to spill the beans before the end of the first trimester. But then I got a little lazy. Or rather, exhausted because... drumroll please.... ROUND 2 WORKED! Hooray! That's right, I'm knocked up!
I had my pregnancy test scheduled for a Monday morning and the Saturday morning before I woke up early with terrible pains in my lower abdomen. I figured it was the start of my period and spent the day terribly depressed and whiney. The pains did not ease up later that night as we headed to our friends' new house for dinner. I cried the whole way there and upon entering their house proceeded to drink. A lot. Part of the problem is that Adam makes superb margaritas and since I've never been one to turn down a delicious drink... Four margaritas later, B pulled me aside and suggested that I ease off the tequila because he wasn't in the mood to hold my hair back all night while I puked. So, being the dutiful wife that I am, I followed his instructions and switched to champagne for the remainder of the evening. I was still feeling the horrible period pains and was so depressed at failing insemination yet again, I figured I at least deserved to get bombed.
Sunday morning I woke up with not only a horrible hangover, but the pains were still there. I shuffled over to the bathroom, grabbed a tampon, pulled down my pants and.. nothing. Where was the blood? Every half hour I repeated this routine until a nagging thought crossed my mind and I decided to take a pregnancy test. 3 minutes later, seeing PREGNANT on the stick rendered me utterly speechless. Those who know me will not believe it, but I swear it's true!
I wanted B to see, to verify that I wasn't halucinating, but I couldn't find my voice to call out his name. For a year and a half I had been imagining this moment. All of the cute ways I would tell him that he was going to be a dad. I couldn't move. B was yelling something to me from the other room and when I didn't respond he came into the bathroom and said, "Aren't you listening to me?" I couldn't form words. So with my pants still around my ankles and my butt on the pot, I looked up at him and handed him the stick. He looked from the stick to me, back to the stick and again to me. Then he calmly put the stick down and said, "Ew, you peed on that!" And those were the first words out of my future Baby Daddy's mouth. The sentiment was overwhelming. As he washed his hands he instructed me not to say anything about it because it didn't count until the doctor confirmed it the next day.
Umm yeah right. Did he forget who he married? I told 3 people by the time we ordered Chinese for dinner.
The next day while the nurse was taking my blood I confessed that I had been heavily intoxicated two nights before. She told me not to worry about it. Seeing that she didn't understand the amount of tequila I chugged, I began to go into detail about all the drinks I had over the weekend. Nurse Donna looked at me and said, "Honey, 9 out of 10 women who come in for their pregnancy tests have been wasted in the previous 48 hours. Just don't do it anymore." Am I the only one surprised by this completely unscientific stastistic? I wonder if this is regional or pretty standard across the board. Women in the south can not only tailgate all day in heels in 95 degree heat and humidity without sweating off a streak of makeup, they can also hold their liquor better than any frat boy I've ever met.
That afternoon, Nurse Donna called and confirmed that I pregnant. I think the first couple of times I asked, "For real?" she thought it was cute. She quickly got over it. For the next few weeks I went in every 3 days for bloodwork and ultrasounds to make sure the baby was ok. It took 14 weeks of friends telling my that the baby was fine and reassuring me that I wasn't going to miscarry. While I've relaxed a bit, I don't think that fear ever goes away.
Lots of people keep asking me if I will continue blogging and the answer is, "of course!" Pregnancy is a crazy world!
