**I wrote a few posts over the past few months. These are to catch you up on where I've been.**
Written on September 29th
The past week has been so rough. On Saturday evening, I was out with my girlfriends at our scrapbooking event. I started to feel pretty nauseous, so we went up to the room where I had fits of gagging and coughing for about an hour before I could fall asleep. My friends sat there making faces at each other and giggling at me behind my back. They all swore I was pregnant. I told them there was no way, it way way too early to have symptoms. I was only 7dpo (days past ovulation - my best guess). Before we parted on Sunday, I was told that no matter what, I had to tell all of them my test results when I took my test. In their eyes, there was no denying it, I was going to miss my period, test and the test would be positive. They told me I could tell them and they would be there for me no matter what happened. They are very good friends so I believed them and told them I would.
Monday (8dpo) I felt ok but I wasn't 100%. On Tuesday (9dpo) I had some fits of gagging and coughing again but nothing like what I had on Sunday. I was tired and didn't want to eat anything both days. I went home from work early, took a 2 hour nap and ate pita chips for dinner Tuesday night. Wednesday (10dpo), I was fine again. I had absolutely no symptoms.
I didn't sleep well on Wednesday evening/Thursday morning. I was up at 2am when we had some huge thunder storms roll through the area. I stayed up for 2 1/2 hours just staring at the walls. I had horrible back pains and was just miserable. I fell asleep for an hour an a half until my husband's alarm went off at 5:30. At that point, I felt ok. I got ready for work and stopped by Starbucks for a Venti Iced Salted Caramel Mocha (best.drink.ever.) and a breakfast sandwich. I drank 1/4 of the coffee, ate the sandwich and immediately felt horrible. The coughing fits and nausea were back - with a vengeance. All morning, I was dry heaving and could not understand why I felt so terrible. I decided to go ahead and use the pregnancy test I had in my desk drawer. Yes, I was storing a pregnancy test at work, don't judge.
I sat on the toilet for 3 long minutes and played words with friends while I waited. I finished 3 games and decided to look.
Apparently a faint line is still a line-line. This really bad week has not been for nothing! Holy. Cow. I started shaking and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I refused to tell my husband until I got home so...I'm 2 hours away from leaving work for the day and the day can't go any slower!! I can't wait to tell him. I'm just trying to figure out exactly what I'm going to say....
I got home from work shortly after my husband did. He was outside with the dogs, so I ran upstairs and grabbed the other test I had in my bathroom. It was one of those that says Pregnant or Not Pregnant. I was worried he wouldn't believe it if he saw the faint line from the regular test. Ok, I'll be honest with you. I was worried it was wrong, too. I was sort of expecting a not pregnant when I took it. The test took forever to show the results but finally, I got a big fat PREGNANT sign on it. Oh what a sight!!
I am now 80% sure that I really am. It's time to tell Hops. He knew I wasn't feeling well all day, so when I came downstairs, he asked me how I was feeling. I told him I was feeling a little better and looked over at him. He kept looking at me and I couldn't help my face. It started smiling. He asked me, "what." I said, "I have to show you something." I took him the two tests. He reacted just how I expected him to, happy and worried. Seriously, ten minutes after I showed him the tests, we were on the phone with his insurance company to make sure I can still move to it in January during open enrollment. Ha! We hugged a lot and we both have certainly gone through some serious emotions these past few days. I'm sure we'll go through a lot more as time goes on.
Today we took my first belly picture. There is no bump yet (of course) but I don't mind my belly fat anymore either. I'm one of those girls who holds most of my fat in my belly. I hope that will help me hide it for another 9 weeks before we start telling people!
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