It all started with this:
Devin and I had been trying for about 10 months to conceive. I’d been charting my temperatures and all that other good stuff for more than a year. And then, last Sunday, instead of the temperature drop and cramps I expected, I noticed my temperature had gotten higher. It was higher the day before, too, but we’d been in the middle of a heat wave so I blamed the weather. This time it was cold — and I was staring at 98.8 on the thermometer. It was time to go through the “pee on a stick” routine.
At first I saw nothing but the standard control line. And then I thought I saw very faint coloration on the other side of the results window. It seemed to come and go as I tilted it, but after a few minutes it was definitely — if faintly — there. Results of google searching (yes, I went straight to the Internet) assured me that a faint line meant “yes,” no matter how faint. So I went to wake Devin and show him.
I took another one Tuesday, just to be sure (that’s the one you see above), since my ob/gyn’s office said a home test was enough and I didn’t need to come in just to verify it. My first prenatal visit is July 30. I can’t wait.
By my figuring, as of this writing we conceived three weeks ago, and our baby is due sometime between late February and mid-March. We’ll know much more on the 30th.
This week has been all about mental adjustments — excitement, longing, impatience, deep thoughtfulness, lots of reading, lots of talking, and trying to be amused as new signs of pregnancy show themselves: nausea, fatigue, soreness, sensitivity to odors, food cravings like I haven’t had in ages, weepiness at sappy things on television (like seeing Hillary and Obama on stage together yesterday). Part of me feels like a walking stereotype. Part of me feels like I’m following a pattern that’s been in place for thousands of years.
Okay, so maybe cave-women didn’t make themselves extra nauseated by playing too much of a video game that induces a kind of motion sickness.
– Beth
