February 7, 2010. The turning point in our lives. This was the weekend where the big blizzard of 2010 aka "Snowmageddon" hit the DC area. We were doing our usual weekend nesting routine - catching up on movies and shows of the past week, eating, taking naps, spending time together. I had been "late" for about 3 days but this was no biggie since I was never consistent to begin with.
Mary had sent me my Secret Santa present which was a "Getting Pregnant" kit of sorts and this kit consisted of a how to conceive book, a journal, and 2 pregnancy tests - this present had arrived about a week earlier (yes, there was a delay on the sender's part - hehe). So anyways, long story short, we were getting bored and "for fun" AT suggested that I take the pregnancy test. Sure, there was zero chance in hell that I could be pregnant. Not b/c we were abstaining but we were using protection 99.99999% of the time (hint: the .00001% caught up with us).
So I went into the bathroom, made AT stand outside and did the deed. Lo and behold, the test came out positive. I frantically rubbed my eyes and stared at the dipstick in utter disbelief. And then I shrieked "What the HECK?!" AT is now trying to bust in so he can get a look. He took one look, a big a$$ grin spreads across his face and then he envelopes me in one of the biggest, tightest hug I've ever received from someone. I'm still in a state of shock. And then I start to cry. Not so much from overwhelming joy, but of shock. He starts to get teary eyed. I'm still in shock. This shock lasts for the entire week. I thought the test was somehow faulty, so we took another one. Nope. Still positive, still pregnant. In the next 2 weeks, I took a total of 10 pregnancy tests. All different brands, digital, plus signs, two lines - you name it, I took it. All of them gave me the same message - YOU ARE FREAKING PREGNANT, WOMAN!
Mary had sent me my Secret Santa present which was a "Getting Pregnant" kit of sorts and this kit consisted of a how to conceive book, a journal, and 2 pregnancy tests - this present had arrived about a week earlier (yes, there was a delay on the sender's part - hehe). So anyways, long story short, we were getting bored and "for fun" AT suggested that I take the pregnancy test. Sure, there was zero chance in hell that I could be pregnant. Not b/c we were abstaining but we were using protection 99.99999% of the time (hint: the .00001% caught up with us).
So I went into the bathroom, made AT stand outside and did the deed. Lo and behold, the test came out positive. I frantically rubbed my eyes and stared at the dipstick in utter disbelief. And then I shrieked "What the HECK?!" AT is now trying to bust in so he can get a look. He took one look, a big a$$ grin spreads across his face and then he envelopes me in one of the biggest, tightest hug I've ever received from someone. I'm still in a state of shock. And then I start to cry. Not so much from overwhelming joy, but of shock. He starts to get teary eyed. I'm still in shock. This shock lasts for the entire week. I thought the test was somehow faulty, so we took another one. Nope. Still positive, still pregnant. In the next 2 weeks, I took a total of 10 pregnancy tests. All different brands, digital, plus signs, two lines - you name it, I took it. All of them gave me the same message - YOU ARE FREAKING PREGNANT, WOMAN!
The first of many pregnancy tests...What are the statistics for getting pregnant after one time only? And I remember the day (or night I should say) that it happened. January 20. The only time we decided for some reason not to use anything. For my part, I was thinking that it's hard to get pregnant (I mean you hear about the infamous 12-24hr window), I was not exactly young and come on, it was only ONE time. But yup, in our case this lil' guy or gal decided it was time. And so it all began...
I drank that whole bottle of spumante on the Saturday before I found out!
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