My first clue was one night when I was making dinner. I was browning hamburger meat and kept telling Matt that it smelled really funny. He made a joke that I must be pregnant, so I started questioning it. I went and bought tests that night, but really wanted to wait until morning to take it. I couldn't sleep at all and ended up getting up at 5 because I was so anxious. I completely did not expect to see two lines. I cried. I screamed. And mostly, I didn't believe it.
|Those area some dark positive lines.|
I immediately called my doctor. I had no idea they don't need to see you until you're 8 weeks. I hated the wait; it was awful. I was so afraid the ultrasound would tell me that was never a baby, that it was somehow a false positive. It was very much the opposite. We saw our little baby and heard its heartbeat. I still wonder every day if he (I keep thinking it's a boy) is okay in there.
I know the whole "chalkboard update" is way overused, but I really like it.
I guess that's my story on how we found out and the first few weeks. I was told we would find out at 18 weeks what the sex is. I think, if anything, this will definitely teach me to be patient. I know people say it goes by so fast, and I know it will once we're to the next stage, but it's hard waiting each week or each month until I see the doctor. It's difficult not knowing what's going on in there, but I guess that's where faith has to come in to play. I have to assume the little baby growing inside me is okay.