Weeks 1-18
I never knew I was pregnant! I always hear stories about people who say they didn't know they were pregnant, and there's that crazy tv show too... But never in a million years did I think it would happen to me! And to top it off, I was even on the birth control shot.
Your probably wondering, 'Didn't you see the signs of pregnancy?'
I didn't have many symptoms, really. I didn't think twice when I had missed periods because they were basically non existent to begin with; and my doctor reassured me that it was normal to miss cycles on this birth control. I never got morning sickness either. I was tired all the time, I never seemed to be able to get enough sleep. I remember a couple times when I went to bed at 6:30p and didn't wake up until 7 the next morning; but I blew it off as stress and being worn down from my busy schedule of work and school. I didn't really have weight gain, but I was also on a weight loss pill as well... I actually lost ten pounds at the beginning of my pregnancy. I was only on the medication for a couple weeks because I had an allergic reaction to it that put me in the emergency room for 5 hours. So, no morning sickness, no weight gain. Headaches on the other hand, were far from gone. I was having headaches every day in the beginning of my second trimester. They were so bad I was to the point of telling myself, 'one more headache like this and I'm going straight to the doctor.' But, after I threatened myself with that, the headaches disappeared... so I just told myself I was still too stressed out. Then I started having to pee all the time. When I was at home I never really paid attention to my bladder habits, but at work I realized I was having to go constantly. I would always have to excuse myself from the department I worked in, rush to the bathroom, but when I actually went it was only like a trickle. I was getting so upset! Here I was going to the bathroom at least every hour, leaving my co-workers to cover the department while I trekked across the store then back, and all of that just for a few drops of urine. So, I diagnosed myself with the early signs of a bladder infection and stocked up on cranberry juice. I was still going to the bathroom all the time, but I reasoned it was because of the increased fluid intake...
Finally, during week 17 of my pregnancy, I noticed an odd fluid discharge from my breasts. Needless to say, I freaked out. First, I 'googled' it. Google's results basically told me, 'you're either around four months pregnant or you have breast cancer.' So, next I called my doctor. I explained the discharge to the nurse and by the end of the phone call I had an appointment set up for the next day. I go in, the doctor takes a look, assures me its not cancer and says it's most likely from the hormones in my birth control. So, they draw blood to check my hormone levels. Call me the next day, 'Your levels are a bit high, before your next shot (7 weeks away) we want to check them again to see if they go down towards the end of the medication cycle.' Alright, sounds fair enough to me... But there was just this nagging feeling inside of me, I knew something was going on with my body and I had to figure it out. I couldn't wait two months. So, as I was walking through Wal-Mart I find myself in an aisle staring at pregnancy tests. I picked a box up and set it in my cart. The entire time from that moment on until I got home and found the courage to take the test (about three hours), I just kept thinking to myself, 'This is crazy. There is no way I can be pregnant. I'm on birth control. I've been having sex for three years, and the majority of the time I was on birth control and sex was unprotected, I can't be pregnant now.' After a not-so-reassuring phone call to my best friend (who got pregnant on birth control in high school), I summoned up the courage to take the test. I just told myself over and over again, it's going to be negative, there is no reason to worry. Three minutes later I walk back into the bathroom. I pick up the test and immediately start crying. 'Two lines... Two lines... I'm pregnant. Oh no, how will I tell mom and dad?... I'm pregnant, I've always been looking forward to starting a family... Two lines... Uh-oh, I don't have money for a baby right now... What about school?... I'm going to be a mommy... Merry Christmas, mom and dad! I'm pregnant!, no, no, I can't tell them at Christmas... There is so much to do... How will the father handle this news?, I bet he is going to be so excited!...' Endless thoughts running through my head as I'm pacing my one bedroom apartment, tears running down my face non-stop. I sit down on the couch, wipe away the tears but they keep coming. I call the father but I hang up before he has a chance to answer. I can't find my voice, I'm still in shock. So, I do it the lame way and send a simple text. I'm pregnant. ...at least it got the point across...
After talking to the father, I call the doctor. My words were 'Is a pregnancy test supposed to be positive?', the nurse's response 'Oh, no, thats not good. Can you come in right away tomorrow?'
They test my blood again, do a pregnancy test, and confirm that I'm pregnant. They set up a date for a sonogram to find the due date and I get a referral to my OB. Supposedly at this time I'm 6 weeks pregnant. Later, week after Christmas, at my sonogram, I discover I'm actually 18 weeks and 6 days pregnant. Telling my parents I was pregnant was one thing. Telling them I'm 3 months further along than what was originally thought, now that was exciting. Not! So, with this new due date, there rises a major problem. Well, a couple. First, school. Being three months further along that I had thought, I won't be graduating school before the baby is born. Instead, I'll be planning for my national boards test the same weekend of my due date. Second, I now do not know who the father is. But, thats a whole different story for another blog.
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