Thursday, January 10, 2008

8 years, umpteendiddley pregnancy tests and two kids later...

I will tell you the story of how I found out I was pregnant with my two children. Swistle, I decided to post it over here, to avoid a long, untidy, meandering comment on your blog.

I immaculately conceived our daughter in 1989-at least that is the story now. Then, I was dating a rock star. Okay,not really, but he looked like one. As a matter of record, and to show you just how stupid I was, I had just broken up with Leonard (my husband) because of the too nice thing I had discussed with you earlier. I swear I had pregnancy induced stupidity even before I was pregnant. But, we will refer to him as Rockstar so that his name doesn't sully my blog.

It was early June that I began to suspect that something was up. I am a normal 28 dayer. It was day 35 with no PMS, nothing. Not really even pregnancy symptoms. Rockstar, idiot that he was, was deliriously excited and ran out and bought a pregnancy test. This was not the pregnancy sticks that you pee on that we are all so used to now. It was basically a chemistry set. You had to pee and then mix and then wait five minutes for the powder and the liquid to turn blue and then add the pee mix and then wait another five minutes...and if the bottom of the well turned pink, well then, game over little girl. It turned purple...really, really purple. I was,"does that mean 'dark pink'?" Who knew. Luckily (note sarcasm) I ended up with pneumonia so a visit to the doctor confirmed, in fact, that purple is indeed dark pink. And that's really all I want to say about that one. Anyway, my parents were thrilled to become grandparents and we all lived happily ever after... That's the way I like to tell it so that's how it happened.

8 years, a marriage to an incredible man, an adoption, two positive pregnancy tests that resulted in much sadness (I will talk about those another time because this is meant to be my attempt at a happy post) later, I actually felt pregnant. The funny part was is that, by then, we knew something was going on with my immune system and the two late losses were evidence enough for my doctor to suggest we, in laymen's terms,"Give it up." We were content (sort of) with being lucky to have one child and just went on with our lives as if I could no longer produce children. So content were we that I didn't even notice I was late and I didn't even have one pregnancy test in the cupboard that used to contain at least 10 because I was a test taking fool. (Admission: Once, I took a pregnancy test on the first day of my period because, you never know, it could be implantation bleeding. Yes, I was that baby crazed) But, this time, my boobs actually hurt, I was crampy in the period crampy without the period kind of way, and I could smell iron in the water when I took a shower. That last one is basically a positive pregnancy test for me. But, I had no pregnancy test. So I left the house, trying to hold it so I could take the test right away, ran to Meijer and picked up a test. Then, because I could not wait, I took the test right there in the women's restroom...Two Lines!!! Two Lines!!! Oh crap, Leonard is going to freak!!! But, Two Lines!!!! I've got to call....my best friend, my second best friend, the neighbor, the neighbor's best friend, anyone who was home to listen to me freak about how I would tell my husband. Yes, that is right, I believe my husband was among the last 10 people to find out that we were expecting. And, best of all, this one took.

8 comments:

rachd said...

What a fabulous story! I LOVE the way your excitement and enthusiasm come through. :o)

And, what a sweetie pie James is, you lucky Mama! :o)

Shannon said...

Hooray for babies!

Marsha said...

Great story, not sure I remember mine.

The Stevens Family said...

What a wonderful story, you have a miracle baby! Congrats and I was at that drug store with you if only for a moment through your writing.

The Stevens Family said...

By the way, neither of mine are very happy stories unfortunately.

Woli said...

I found out in the bathroom of my office in Atlanta, GA that Rob was on the way, the bathroom of a Wal-Mart in Dallas, TX that Emma was on the way and a Target bathroom in Columbia, MD that we would have a Jack. The pregnancies that didn't take we discovered in the bathrooms at home. How odd that I didn't realise that until right now!

Artemisia said...

Oh! This is such an exciting and happy post! Two lines!

Sharpie said...

I found out I was pregnant with Lil Man thanks to my sister bringing me a test because I was certain it wasn't true - making sure. I was wrong and Lil Man was on the way!