Holy Crap

I’m pregnant.

Apparently, the best way for me get pregnant (besides the obvious) is to totally deny that “this month” is the month it’s going to happen. It’s to deny every single feeling or twinge as potential pregnancy signs and to be shocked! Shocked!! when the test comes back positive.

And I’m honestly not exaggerating about both my denial that I was going to get pg this month or the shock at seeing the clearly positive test. The good news is that this time I shouted out “Holy Crap” instead of “Holy F*cking Sh!t.” See what motherhood has done for my potty mouth?

So, um, yeah! Signs started cropping up about 8 days past ovulation (dpo) which as you know is entirely too early. Hence, I kept saying “this could not possibly be a sign of pregnancy, I’m simply cranky/hot/eating too much.” Dave would argue that it was 7 dpo when the signs started because I would alternate between loving and adoring wife to crazed psycho beeyatch. His exact words once we arrived in Asheville were “I think you’re pregnant ‘cause you are really a little snappy.” Fortunately, he said that when I was in loving/adoring wife mode or I would have snapped his face off.

8 dpo is when my temp went up again, although only .2 degrees not .3 to be the “classic” triphasic shift, but it has not decreased since then. Also, 8 dpo is when the indigestion started. That’s too early, folks!! I was convinced it was because we were eating “vacation meals”—lots more than normal and a lot heavier and greasier. And besides, it’s way too early to be a sign. Nonetheless, the indigestion hasn’t stopped and if I take one bite over what my body deems the limit (or if I just think about it like right now), it feel the acid and bile rising up in my throat.

I was so convinced I wasn’t pregnant, I didn’t even take a test (and I wasn't going to take a test) until Dave encouraged me! Dave never has to encourage me to take a test, but I was absolutely convinced I was not pg this month. I think what finally set Dave over the line was on 10 dpo, when I was IMing him from work that my boobs were tingly. My boobs never get tingly on their own, say like for PMS. They are not tinglers. They are plain vanilla saggers: they just hang out there minding their own business. So the tingly aspect sort of caught my attention. But still, no implantation cramps, my waking temperature was not 98.6 which has usually indicated I’ve been pg, and all I had was nausea and indigestion for which it was way too early of a sign!

So I took the test at 11 dpo, and Holy Crap, it was a bright pink unmistakable second pink line positive on the First Response Early Result test. That test alone put us beyond the chemical pg tests in May and it was earlier than the positive test line we received for the m/c pg. When I saw the line almost immediately forming, I thought—You’re making that up. That’s not really a line. You’re just wishing that it is. And then when it got darker and clearer, I relented that it was positive with an out-loud exclamation of "Holy Crap."

I’ve then been taking the Dollar Tree Store tests ($1 each!) every morning since and they are getting darker nicely. I’ve got a call in to my doctor’s office and I expect that I’ll be going in today for a beta test. I also took an OPK on 14 dpo, and who knew you could use those for pregnancy tests, too!? That’s apparently the only test you should worry about the test line being as dark as the control line. For the others, the control lines are way, way darker than the amount of HCG that the test line can pick up.

So that is it. According to my calculations, I’m due April 7th or so. We’re excited and nervous. I cannot stop comparing this pregnancy to the m/c pg. So far, all indications are that this one is a stronger pregnancy. But I am a very positive person, so I can’t necessarily trust myself. I feel like there are hurdles we must pass before I calm down: good betas at appropriately increasing rates, a good early ultrasound, and passing that 12 week mark.

I feel positive, but nervous.