Friday, 06 June 2008
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Pregnancy Story
I had a miscarriage 2 months after we were married. I took a positive test one day, and didn't tell anyone but my mom. It was a super-faint line on the 2 tests I took. It just felt all wrong, like I knew something was wrong. We were NOT trying, and I had been on the pill regularly for a little over a year. We were going through some serious, serious problems in our relationship and had no room for a child. Before I could even get an appointment to confirm the pregnancy, I spontaneously started bleeding and the pain was almost unbearable. I had indeed miscarried. I didn't share this with my husband until about a year later. Can you believe that?
Fast forward almost 3 years to March 2006, and we're finishing up college. I had a great full-time job with an Ad agency and I was going to go back to school for a music degree after I graduated with my Marketing/ Design degree. Big plans! On Valentine's Day, my husband took me to see Nichole Nordeman in concert, and then we had a picnic in front of the fire after. We weren't so careful for the first time since I was on the pill!
So when it came time, I started spotting, like I do every cycle. But this continued to be brownish in hue (TMI?) and just stopped after about 3 days. That had never happened before. I asked my mom what that could mean and she told me to take a test. No big deal, she always said that! I ignored her. But then I just didn't feel right and I told my husband at dinner after church one Sunday night that I couldn't take it anymore and had to test. We tried to find a place open at 10pm that had tests, and we wound up paying way too much for a test at the local small grocery store. We bought cotton balls too, as if that cushioned the pressure of buying a pregnancy test alone? HA.
So I get home, and my husband goes in to work on our taxes. I am in the hall bath peeing on a stick, and before I could even finish, 2 lines appeared. I yelled, "CRAP!" Not that I meant for that to be the word... Now we have a beautiful 18-month-old daughter, Baby Goldfish.
Do you remember when you found out you were pregnant? What was your reaction?
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I took my test at work! I looked at the stick. It said PREGNANT. I put down the stick, stepped back. I picked up the stick again, looked at it again. Still said PREGNANT. Said: "Holy S**t." Put it back down, and stepped back. Looked around the bathroom. Picked it up again, still reading PREGNANT. Realized my mouth was gaping open and cried tears of joy, fear and shock. It was amazing :)
I bought my husband the book "My Boys Can Swim!" and went to lunch with him to tell him the news, by handing him the book and smiling very broadly. It was a wonderful moment!
We had only been trying for 2 months. I had already been practically convinced that I was not pregnant that particular cycle, but took a test just b/c. I peed on the stick, let it sit out, took my morning shower, and when I got out (within the appropriate time limit for the test) I was SHOCKED to see a very faint 2nd line. I immediately got tears in my eyes, and went downstairs to tell my husband. He was leaving the next day to go on a 2 week long business trip. I was glad to get to share that moment with him before he left. I took another test the next day, to confirm. I don't think I quite believed I was really pregnant for a while, esp since I didn't have any of the classic symptoms.
I bawled my eyes out, every single time. How horrible is that? Haha.
#1, I was newly 17. Enough said about that one.
#2, 2 weeks before I tested my husband got deployments orders. I was getting back on birth control that week.
#3 was just weeks after my husband got a vasectomy.
I adore my kids though and wouldn't have it any other way.
I was excited every time. None of them were shockers. In fact, all of them were very welcome, as it takes me a while to conceive...
Each pregnancy except for my fourth one (I knew we hadn't been careful
and I was ovulating so I was pretty much expecting my period to never
show up) was a total, knock me over shock. Especially with my first
because that is the moment you know your life is changed forever so
suddenly. I was a mix of emotions after the first two, more or less
happy with #3 (which I found out on my birthday!) and with this last
one (#5) it was a real mixed bag of emotions because we had four
children and I thought we were done, but I'm pretty happy now (and
really certain we are done and dh is taking care of that on his end,
finally)
I was in SHOCK~!!! been trying for over 2 years and finally happened. I thought i was dreaming =)
We had be sort of trying for more then a year. It was difficult though because for several months we were on different continents. Literally. So, that sort of put a crimp in the trying effort. ha ha
My period started, as normal, and then abruptly stopped after 1 day. No slow down... just bam...stopped. I didn't think too much of it... until it never started again, even after a week. I didn't say anything to hubby... and then tested one morning while he was at work. When I saw the two lines I just looked at myself in the mirror and said 'Oh... My ... Word. I'm pregnant!' I laughed. I cried (with joy). And then I tried to figure out what fun way I was going to tell my husband. I couldn't wait. So I sent him a text message 'I have a secret'. He guessed. He was SO happy when he came home that night. He said 'I want to give you a big hug and squeeze you ... but I feel like I might break something!' LOL
My husband and I had been married for about 15 months and I had been a college graduate for about 3 months...he was still in school. I was working at an elementary school and one day I was talking to a co-worker about how tired I felt...more tired than usual. She asked if I could be pregnant. I didn't really think so but I figured I might as well take a test.
Sure enough, it was positive. I was excited - I have ALWAYS wanted to be a mom - but nervous, too, since my husband was still in school and we weren't exactly making alot of money. I went to Wal-Mart to buy a second test (seems like we always think we have to take more than one...) and while I was there I bought a few little baby things. I took the second test and it was positive, of course. I wrapped up the baby things and when my husband got home from work I gave them to him. When he unwrapped the present the looks that went across his face were great! Confusion to shock to excitement....priceless....
With my daughter....well, we had one not-very-careful night and I KNEW I was pregnant. I took the test a couple of weeks later and I wasn't surprised. Worried, because we were in the midst of buying a house and I had a 14 month old and I wasn't sure I could handle two, but not the least bit surprised.
Now I have my son who will be 3 tomorrow and my daughter who is almost 14 months old and, while having them this early hasn't been the easiest thing in the world, I wouldn't change it for the world.
Hells yes. My story is funny because I knew in my heart of hearts that I was pregnant before I even took a test. All my friend thought I was a nutso crazy freak and my hubby didn't really believe me. I said to him one day "You just watch dude WATCH!" Ha. So one night we bought a package of the ClearBlue tests and I wanted to wait until the morning to take one. I did, but I had a hard time wrapping my brain around having to pee on a stick for 5 seconds, it's a long time to pee! I had to pee in a cup we didn't ever use, took the test and BAM, in little digital letters- PREGNANT. So at 5 that morning I told my husband I was pregnant, we kissed and hugged and then I went to school. That was that!
Ah, what a day...
I had always been SUPER regular, menstration wise (now THAT'S TMI! Good to meet you, by the way...). My husband and I had not exactly been trying, but we weren't NOT trying either, for about a year. I had just had a wonderful weekend with my niece, and I decided that I was READY. We were about to start trying, right after my period this time. So, I was waiting for my period to start, and it ALWAYS started on a Monday. I was driving home from work the day it was supposed to start, and I thought to myself, 'You know, I bet I'm pregnant..' (I had had two maybes before, and I still believe one of them was a very early miscarriage.) Somehow, I just knew this time. I got home from work, and my husband wasn't home yet. I got a test that I'd had laying around (from another lady who got pregnant--but she didn't really mean to!) and followed the instructions. It had two pink lines IMMEDIATELY. I stared at the test, and started laughing! I stood up from the toilet and started jumping and dancing around. lol Anyway, I was thrilled. I met him at the door when he got home, holding the test behind my back and grinning like an idiot. He looked at me and said, "What's up?" I just showed him the test. He said, "What's this... [long pause while he looks at the picture on the handle] ...are you serious!?!?" He grabbed me up in a big bear-hug and proceeded to worry for the next...well, he's still worried, and that baby's now almost six months old! lol (But then, he's a natural worrier...)
We hadn't been trying, but we weren't not trying. We both knew what we were doing and whatever happened, happened, and we were ok with that. Well, we were so anxious to know that about 5 days before I actually was scheduled to have my period we bought a test, and I took it the next day, and I was pregnant. I took it in the morning and I was so nervous, I remember not wanting to look, but being so excited to look. And it had 2 lines. I gathered myself together where he was still sleeping and said "honey, I think I'm pregnant" holding the stick. He smiled and looked at it, and grabbed me and hugged me and we went back to sleep. Not that we weren't excited, it was just pleasant. Then we took another one, a couple days later and of course I still was pregnant. I think I ended up taking 3 tests, because I think he thought the result would change, if we took it enough times, haha. But now we have a 5 1/2 mo old, and I couldn't be happier.
Perhaps the second one, I will tell him in a fun way. Which is hopefully in 3-4 years.
Well, since my husband and I were TTC for several months, when I first found out I was pregnant, I was immediately shocked to see the positive result after taking several previous tests that were negative. Somehow I thought it couldn't actually happen to me. lol! After the shock wore off, I was extremely excited (to tears), and shaking! lol! I took it while my husband was at work, so I couldn't wait to tell him!
it didnt even take the full 3 minutes for the little plus sign to appear!! I bawled my eyes out. I was in complete shock and dismay. being only 18, i suppose that is a normal reaction! haha. =)
I honestly don't even remember taking a test with my first one. I was 18 at the time. I do remember being pissed since I went to a high school where a lot of the girls slept around and I have only ever been with one guy - and not until at least half way through my senior year - and ended up getting pregnant in May of my senior year in high school. I don't remember when I told my husband (bf at the time - and had just finished his sophmore year in hs), but I know I didn't tell anybody else. I was scared to death. I went to college like everything was normal and was there for a short while before I told my family (I told one of my sisters and she told my parents for me) when I was about 4 and 1/2 months along. I had to have an ultrasound done just to figure out what the due date was since I never paid any attention to my menstraul cycles.
I guess the whole not telling thing caught up with me or something. I had always felt that I would not tell anyone but my husband until I was past the three month mark since that is the most 'prone' time for things to happen and I didn't want to have to tell everyone if something did happen. Well, with my second one, I ended up with appendicitis (this whole thing is a story in and of itself I will have to post sometime) and needed surgery when I was about 6 weeks along. I remember my mom freaking out about them doing additional tests to figure it out since it was obvious to her that I had appendicitis...so I explained to her that the reason for the other tests was that it could also be an eptopic pregnancy since I was, afterall, pregnant.
With my third, a friend asked me to be in her wedding - which was going to take place when I was about 6 months pregnant. So, I had to tell everyone when we went to get bridesmaid dresses since I would need a bit bigger size that it would seem.
I am hoping that the next time (whenever that happens) nothing will force me into telling people sooner than I want cuz' I have always wanted to do it in a kind of funny cute way and I have a couple ideas. But, it will happen when and how it does and I truely have little control over that.
I'll never forget when I found out :) We had been trying for 3 months, and a week before I got a positive test, we were vacationing in Oregon. We normally live at a high elevation so I thought the fatigue and queasiness was just from going to sea lvel and my body wasn't use to it. The weekend we got home I threw the mother of all temper tantrums over something stupid and my husband claims that is when HE knew lol. I had a few symptoms and since we were trying, I was of course waiting to test. I took the test when I got home from work (but before my husband arrived home). The line was so faint that I thought my eyes might be playing tricks on me, so my husband found out when I rushed him as soon as he walked in the door and said "am I crazy, or do you see it too?!" He DID see it - and while I took a digital test the next morning to confirm, I was more excited than I have ever been. Shortly after that my complications started and it was a rough pregnancy, but that's another story :)
I hated anchovie pizza. Albert and I joked that anchovie pizza would be my strange pregnancy craving. Well, Albert's uncle took us out for pizza. They ordered anchovie and another flavor because I didn't like anchovie. Lets say I was wolfing down anchovie. =-) Albert and I knew. BTW, I now like anchovie.
I was ecstatic when I found out! My husband and I had been trying to conceive for two months. I sort of had this weird...feeling. Like I needed to go get a pregnancy test right away, because I thought I might be pregnant. I told my husband and he said, "After two months? No way." Nothing in my body told me that I was pregnant (no missed period, etc.) I asked him to humor me and I stopped by the local pharmacy and picked up a test.
Interestingly enough, it was positive! I want to call it intuition, because there's no other explanation as to what made me go and get a pregnancy test. I immediately ran up to my husband and yelled, "It's positive!" He was VERY incredulous and wouldn't believe I was pregnant until the doctor's appointment confirmed it (I was six weeks along). But he saw my happiness and we did the happy couple hug dance in the kitchen.
I had only been married three months. I was on the pill but I guess it just didn't work for me. But we had talked about trying soon anyways, my husband was more ready than I! So, one night my husband decided to paint the dinning-room and I just had a feeling that I was so before I strarted to help him (I always heard that you shouldn't be around paint while preggo) I decided to take a test. I took the test got in the bathtub and tried to wait (most unrelaxing bath I've ever took) and when I found out I was kind of numb. I then tol dhubby to come in the room and I showed him and we hugged and he went back to paintig and I went to bed. Kinda werid but I think we both were unsure of how we felt at the moment. With my second we had been trying for about 5 months and when I took the test hubby was at work and so I called him and we both cried. I guess we seen that we could be parents so this time we were excited!!
I remember, only because I KNEW before I took the test. I think I walked around in a bit of a stupor for a few days because I could see my grad school plans going down the drain. That didn't happen, by the way. I just finished my first year with a 4.0 GPA and a happy, healthy daughter. Funny how these things work out, huh?