We had been trying to have another babe for quite a while. When Jeremy & I got married Vincent was about a year old and we alread were missing the baby stage. We got pregnant in February of that year only to miscarry in April. It was a really hard time. I never knew what a loss you feel with a miscarriage. It took me a long time to recover physically but eventually we decided to start trying again with no luck. A year went by. In August we decided to start charting where you measure you temperature and other physical symptoms to find out which days are perfect for conception. In the second month of serious charting we got our positive pregnancy test. After months of negative pregnancy tests it was shocking.
I first took a cheapo pregnancy test and saw the faintest line. I had always thought with this pregnancy I would think of some cutesy elaborate way to tell Jeremy, but I was so shocked by this faint line I had to show him to see if he saw it too. He said he did, so I called my mom. She had known about our struggles and was just as happy as we were.
Being still somewhat in awe of the whole thing, I took another test with no result (i.e. a negative result). I was crushed. Did I get a false positive? That would be devastating. So I ran to the store and grabbed the expensive pregnancy tests, the clearblue digital ones. I took one before bed, but it came up with an error reading. Apparently, I don't know how to take them very well. Then I woke up at 2 o'clock in the morning and took the second test in the box and the words came up PREGNANT. It was official!
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