It is really no secret at all that I want to get pregnant. In fact, every single month I manage to convince myself that I might be pregnant.  My coworkers have to hear all about it.  Additionally, I am often nauseated in the mornings, just in general, because I don't eat breakfast but I drink coffee.  It's gotten to the point where all I do is mention needing to eat something or else I'm going to barf and someone says (before I even finish saying it, actually) "I know, I know.  What if you're pregnant...?"
I'm very transparent.
All this is to say that we are not actually trying to get pregnant right now.  At least not for a few months.  We're not not trying though, either.  If you know what I mean.  What I mean is we are not using any birth control whatsoever.  Except for a general guess at when I might be fertile.  And then.  Well, so far, it's pretty much worked out.
A couple of months ago, I really did think I was pregnant.  Really, really thought I was pregnant.  I was actually late.  Or I thought I was late.  Maybe I wasn't.  I was busy and may have counted wrong.  At any rate, I let myself get more than a little excited before I took a home pregnancy test.  The possibility of being pregnant was sweeter than knowing the truth.  I wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as I could.  
Patrick had a little bit of a different thought process.  I think he was more worried than he thought he would be.  Or.  Oh, I don't know.  The thought of it being a reality and how our lives would (and will) change.  He was probably wondering more than a little at how my already decent back and forth moods would get a big push on the proverbial swingset of hormonal choas.  
But then I took one test.  Negative.  But no period.  So I took another.  Negative.  Still no period.  On Monday I made an appointment with my doctor for Friday.  And wouldn't you know it, on Tuesday I finally got my period.  At work.  My coworkers knew first.
Then I sent Patrick a text: "Another egg.  Wasted."
And then another: "At least I won't be 8 months pregnant at our wedding!"
 
I am currently doing the exact same thing. And even though I've already had a kid and when I got pregnant I *knew* this was the one, I still think I'm pregnant every month. It is driving me crazy!!
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