Saturday, October 19, 2013

in which i freaked the heck out

originally written 10/2/13:

Let's set the scene. It's 8 pm on October 2nd, the day I quit my job. My period is due on October 4th. I don't feel right. Jon accused me of being pregnant a few days prior because "this is the first time you haven't been complaining that your period feels like it's coming any day now." I say no way, but he's getting inside my head.

I take a Dollar Tree pregnancy test. I think you know where this is going.

Three minutes and lots of held breaths later, do I see an ever faint line? I call in Jon. "I think maybe." The faintest of faint it borders on invisible; we can't be sure.

I book it to the corner Walgreens.

You guys. I quit my job today. What if I'm pregnant? I won't qualify for FMLA at my new job in time to have a baby in nine months--will they fire me? No one will hire a pregnant woman. We're royally effed.

I walk out with a Clearblue 2-pack. I book it home.

I drink lots of orange juice and wait an hour and fifteen minutes.

I bust out the fancy digital pee stick because I am NOT doing this 'what if' game again.

The little blinking hourglass appears, taunting me. I cover the rest so I can't read the results. I'm not mentally prepared.

Three minutes pass; the hourglass is gone meaning the results are posted. Deep breath, Jon by my side, I remove the paper covering the rest of the test.
Well, there we have it. Kids, let this be a lesson to you: it literally DOES only take one time (for realsies, I can tell you the exact date this happened). Even if you don't think there's any chance in heck you could get pregnant. You can. And, if your husband has super swimmers, you will.



I went in for an hCG analysis on Monday. My levels were low--175. For reference, the same exact time in my pregnancy with Elden I was around 600. The doc wasn't too alarmed but naturally I am. I have to go back in on Monday for a repeat draw to see if my numbers are increasing as expected. I'll get those results Tuesday and will be a nervous wreck until then.



Follow-up hCG was only 303. The OB wants me to come in at 2 to "discuss the plan." I'm a mess.

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