I’m typing this post with a semi-sleepy Yoda on my boob. I’m sure you wanted to know that but you can’t deny I’ve been honest for this long so why hold back now?
A year ago, I found out I was pregnant and I remember I had a flurry of emotions go through me. The biggest emotion was relief. We were trying for a year. We both went through a battery of testing, all of them turned out normal. We were mentally exhausted (not to mention, physically) and we decided to take a break for a few months and start up again with medical intervention. I was researching IUI treatments at the time.
And then it happened. I remember it being a Thursday evening and I suddenly felt sick. I took a test and it was a pink dye one but it was also pretty faint.
I showed M. the test and we pretty much had the same reaction – let’s not get our hopes up.
I retested the following Friday and the test was no better.
We decided since my period was going to come by Monday morning, we’ll test then. I remember I could barely sleep the night before because I was so nervous. I was either pregnant or I was going to delay trying again for a while. It was pretty much black and white.
And then this happened…
My only reaction was running into the other bathroom where my husband was, jumping up and down, yelling, ‘We did it! We did it!’
Crazy. A year ago I found out I was pregnant and started this blog shortly afterward. A year later, I have this to show for: