Driving in the car around the end of October, I could feel my blood pressure was up. The pumping in my veins, throbbing and headaches were clear indications something was up with my body. I normally have completely amazing blood pressure for being a voluptuous woman, so this was a gradual change that just came to a head when I was sitting there, travelling down the road, talking away to my husband. Thinking to myself, I’ve only ever had high blood pressure when I’ve been pregnant, thinking further to myself, when was my last cycle? (I’ve been super irregular and had just had my first visit with an OB after a 10 month wait). I turned to my husband, “We need to stop at the drugstore on the way home, I need to buy a pregnancy test.”
He didn’t even bat an eye, “I don’t know why you bother waisting your money on those, 5 years and its never positive.”
“ya, well I better get one just to be safe” I said to him pretty smugly.
Half an hour later, I’m in my bathroom peeing on a stick (I had bought two tests in one kit, just so I could do one in the morning as well) and the wait, I’m watching the line appear that usually never appears.
Wait what?
It is getting stronger, the pink line, that for 5 years has never been pink, is now a thick pink line. There are two pink lines, I’m holding a positive pregnancy test. The thoughts are racing through my head. How, how is this possible? we’d only been intimate one time that month (my husband works a permanent night shift and our daughter had been sick so we didn’t have a lot of us time that last few weeks). Once. ONE TIME.
It can’t be true, can it?
I raced out of the bathroom and handed my husband the test without saying a word. He just looked at it but couldn’t read it because he wasn’t wearing his bifocals…”What, what does it say?”
“YOU NEED TO PUT YOUR GLASSES ON”….
As he’s frantically looking for his glasses, I grab my purse to head out the door; “It’s positive, are you okay?”
“I don’t know” as I took the test from him and shut the front door behind me as I left.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t breathe, Where was I going? …. I’m going to one of my closest friends.
I walk into her door, and hand her the test.
We both, in shocking celebration, cheered and hugged….
I’m getting texts from my husband asking if I’m okay. So, I leave my friends house and head back home.
I guess I just needed to breathe.
I walk in the door to our home, husband standing there, I just look at him and say, “So, I guess I’m pregnant”
The next morning I peed on another stick… more pink lines… yep, super pregnant.
Today marks week 26, and what a ride its been so far. I’ve been in and out of the Guelph General, back and forth to McMaster Hospital in Hamilton, countless ultrasounds and OB appointments. I’ve been cleared to follow up with my OB and I don’t need to go back to McMaster. Thank you spirits! Thank you universe, I am so grateful.
Once we got through all of that that, it has become more of a shocking realization; Come the end of June we are going to be having a baby.
We are actually going to have a baby.
What a little miracle he is!
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