Pregnant. Part Deux.

So I'm dying to tell the entire world that I am approximately three weeks four days pregnant but I am exercising every ounce of self restraint that I have. Instead I am going to blog about it but not publish it until we have made it through what I would consider the critical phase. Or at least until we have told any family members that may happen upon my blog. Because it would be a very bad thing for say, my mom to find out about it here first.

In case you cannot recall, I found out I was pregnant with Hayley on Valentines Day in 2006. So this year when I was figuring out my cycles (to try and have an idea if our vacation to Puerto Rico was going to be wrecked) I discovered that my cycle was supposed to fall on Valentines Day. Fantastic. Who exactly wants to get their period on Valentines Day of all days? We aren't the most romantic and we usually only celebrate Valentines Day with a pair of silk boxers, a new nightie, and maybe a can of whip cream if we are feeling adventurous.

But still. A period? On Valentines Day? Ugg. I was preparing myself for it as well as my husband. I have been telling him for a week that he needs to get his V-Day nookie a day or two early if he wants it at all. So of course, last night we talked about the dreaded visit from Aunt Flo, had a romp, and went to bed. I recall telling him that it felt like my period was coming. Any minute. And then I had a dream.

I dreamed that I had a positive home pregnancy test. I woke up around midnight thinking about that stupid dream and then it hit me- I almost never have cramps before my period. I knew exactly what those cramps were. So I dozed fitfully until 3:30 am when Hayley woke us with a Tooty Call. Some nights she gets her own Tooty and some nights she wants us to do it for her. I had to get up at 4am to go to work anyway so I got her back to sleep and then lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering exactly how I could have become pregnant.

Yes, I know exactly how those birds and bees work. Actually, I don't know that story. I think my mom skipped straight to the hard core stuff telling me exactly who has what and how it works. But anyway, I counted in my head the days of my cycle. I counted on like three fingers the number of times we did it. Neither seemed to jive. So I decided that my positive pregnancy dream was just a figment of my imagination.

But if you know me then you also know I couldn't leave it at that. It was 4am and I needed answers. So I went to the bathroom. Low and behold, no period. I rummaged through the cabinet under my bathroom sink until I found one expired home test that somehow escaped my manic pee phase during my infertile time.

I peed on it thinking it was never going to be positive, and that my period would likely start mid-stream. Sorry if this grosses you out but I am simply fascinated by it. And then right in front of my very eyes as the spongy thing inside the protective plastic case became wet from the bottom up two pink lines appeared. I guess I was still in denial. I mean, an expired test is as good as useless, right? It could be a false positive. So later that morning I ran to my doctor's office where the staff definitely remembers me and had them do a blood test. I ordered it stat. Like I'm the doctor or something. Anyway, since they know me so well they didn't fuss, they just sent it in stat. And the answer was, I'm definitely pregnant.

YAY! Crap. How was I possibly going to tell my husband? I mean, we are ready for another one, but I knew he was going to be bummed that there wasn't even any sport involved. Someone pulled the goalie from the net and that one went in without a fight.

He took it very well. Matter of fact, he pre-empted it. I asked him if he believed everything happens for a reason and he responded with "Why? Are you pregnant?". Apparently it was my poker face that did me in. That and the fact that I am never late. Never. And he knew I didn't get my period this morning because he didn't see any "dynamite sticks" in the trash. He's a detective PI, he is.

However, he did say there will be no more celebrating Valentines Day in our household. Actually, there will be no  more celebrating in the two weeks prior to Valentines Day in our household. And we are puzzled by the fact that it happened exactly the same with both pregnancies. Are there any statistics majors out there that can tell me what the odds of that happening (not once, but twice!)? Is it like lightning striking the same place twice?

Well, now that I've blogged this to myself I am going to head off to bed, where a new nightie awaits me and a pair of silk boxers are there for my husband. I'll spare you further details.

Comments

[carrie-the gremlin wrangler]

that's incredible!! Congratulations!

[yvonne]

Jenn, My eldest sister & I are born on the same day & our other sister's birthday is two days later - cold septembers in Scotland got the blame for all 3!