So. Here's the story of how I came to be pregnant. Well, not exactly HOW I got pregnant, I am sure you know how these things work. But some background is required to explain the gobsmacked look in my husband Dwayne's and my face as we stared at the pregnancy test.
Basically, I have been on Cerazette mini pills for quite a few years, and one of the effects of this pill is that some people (including me) don't get a period. I got mine once every 6 months or so whilst on the pill. Cerazette is not available in Australia, so when I ran out of my year's supply on the 31st August I decided to simply stop NOT trying to get pregnant. Reading about these things I was aware that it might take a while for my body to get into a natural cycle again, and also at my age (33) it might not be super easy to get pregnant, so I figured I'd be safe for a couple of months at least.
I didn't tell Dwayne that I was off the pill. Mostly because I didn't want the whole thing to turn into a baby making project. I just wanted to continue like before, no pressure, and I knew Dwayne would be over the moon anyway if at one point we really did fall pregnant. So I kept it quiet.
A couple of weeks ago I started feeling a bit queasy all day every day. I didn't think much of it at first, but after having felt queasy for over a week solid I started thinking that maybe... maybe there is something going on here. I thought about doing a home pregnancy test, but as my cycle hadn't started up again yet and I hadn't had a period for about 8 months I didn't think it was even remotely likely that I was pregnant, so I discarded the idea.
A few days ago I got a cold sore on my chin, which I used to get a lot when I was younger but not so much these days. I only get them if I am really run down or getting a bad cold, but as I was feeling peachy (except for the queasiness) I googled pregnancy and immune system. And lo and behold, when you're pregnant your immune system is compromised so as not to reject your baby. Huh. Interesting.
I went out on Thursday the 1st November and bought a packet with two pregnancy tests and sneaked into the bathrooms at work to have a go. I didn't really think it would be positive, but I thought I'd rather be safe than sorry. Five minutes later I was staring at a positive pregnancy test, heart racing and and mouth gaping open.
I went straight out again and bought another packet of 3 tests of a different brand. I am not one to just believe anything, I need some hard indisputable evidence. I went back to the bathroom and did a second test. I put it down, turned my back at it for 3 minutes exactly as instructed, and then turned around to find a definitely positive test. Again.
Back to google. I googled reasons for a false positive. What might there be that gives you a positive pregnancy test even though you're not pregnant? Turns out, not much. If the test detects pregnancy hormones, you're pregnant. A false positive is very, very rare. Huh.
So, I went home that afternoon and did two more tests, one of the first brand and one of the second. Positive and positive. You'd think that I would have been convinced by now, but I really wasn't. It was so FANTASTICALLY unlikely! Sickness sets in around 6 weeks of pregnancy apparently, and if I was 6 weeks pregnant it would have had to happen pretty much at the first moment Dwayne and I had after I went off the pill. NOT likely. And we were not TRYING to get pregnant so we weren't exactly going at it like rabbits, once a week maybe.
I said to Dwayne: "Do you want to see something weird?". Of course he wanted to, he said. So I showed him the last test and asked him if he'd ever seen one of those before. He caught on rather quickly: "A positive pregnancy test....?" he said. I nodded and we stared at eachother with silly smiles on our faces for the longest of times. As I was still not convinced I told Dwayne he should not get too ahead of himself until I had been to the GP and got a second (well, sixth) opinion, but I don't think he took any notice. He was too excited.
On Friday morning 2nd November I had a blood test, and on Saturday morning I was standing with my nose against the glass door as the GP's office opened in the morning, to get my results. Yup, pregnant. 7-8 weeks according to hormone levels. Seven to eight weeks! For goodness sake! We are REALLY good at this baby making thing.
Tuesday afternoon 6th November I have an appointment for a dating scan to get a better idea of exactly how far along I am. I can't WAIT. That will be the test that will finally convince me. Seeing a blob on an ultrasound picture. Seeing is believing.
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