This was the day you were convinced wouldn't happen. You were expecting this day to be the day that officially started your "break" from fertility. You had forgotten to take you prenatal vitamins, you barely kept up with your prometrium, and you drank. Like a fish. For the last two weeks. You walked into the doctors office this morning, confident that it was the last time in at least four months that you would be there. You were in and out, in a record ten minutes. You came home, made a 3-egg white omlette with mushrooms, spinach, and onions. Drank a cup of coffee, and started to weed through a flood of emails. At noon you went downstairs and you got on the treadmill, you did the week 2 of the couch to 5k app, plus an extra 25 minutes of walking and running. You burned 376 calories, pounded out 3 miles, and you felt proud of yourself as you pushed through the last five minutes of running straight. You took a shower, you came upstairs, and you heated up lunch. Grilled chicken, 1/2 a cup of black beans, and 1/2 a cup of brown rice. You had just finished that lunch, when at 1:23 the phone rang.
It was a nurse, Shirley, calling from the doctors office (your regular nurse is Italy). She told you you that she had good news, and that test confirmed the one thing you never expected...that you are pregnant.
You are pregnant............
And you broke down and cried, and over and over you said 'oh my God are you serious.' And she said she was. And you exclaimed "but I did everything wrong this time!" And that utter disbelief and flood of emotion washed over you, into the pit of your stomach, and you cried. The news-bearing nurse then told you that you need to come in to have your blood taken again on Wednesday, and then again on Friday, and to continue to take the prometrium for four weeks? Seven weeks? (who knows) how long. And you hung up. And you cried a few tears, your hands trembled, and you said a silent prayer of thanks to God for hearing all those that came before.
And you called your husband, and told him that he was going to be a father. And you let it wash over you...and you went upstairs to take a pregnancy test just to see for yourself.
For the first time in your life you saw what you always hoped you'd see.
Two lines.
It was a nurse, Shirley, calling from the doctors office (your regular nurse is Italy). She told you you that she had good news, and that test confirmed the one thing you never expected...that you are pregnant.
You are pregnant............
And you broke down and cried, and over and over you said 'oh my God are you serious.' And she said she was. And you exclaimed "but I did everything wrong this time!" And that utter disbelief and flood of emotion washed over you, into the pit of your stomach, and you cried. The news-bearing nurse then told you that you need to come in to have your blood taken again on Wednesday, and then again on Friday, and to continue to take the prometrium for four weeks? Seven weeks? (who knows) how long. And you hung up. And you cried a few tears, your hands trembled, and you said a silent prayer of thanks to God for hearing all those that came before.
And you called your husband, and told him that he was going to be a father. And you let it wash over you...and you went upstairs to take a pregnancy test just to see for yourself.
For the first time in your life you saw what you always hoped you'd see.
Two lines.
