Holy Shit, I’m Pregnant.

I was expecting my period Thursday, September 24th and decided that if it didn’t come Friday, I’d take a test.  Friday morning, my husband and I were at a hotel in the Bay Area for a wedding.  We woke up and I checked the sheets (gross, I know) and nothing.  I took my temperature and, not only was it high, it was higher than usual when it’s in the high range, if that makes any sense.  So I already suspected something was up.  We went to breakfast with some fellow wedding guests and they drove us to Walgreens afterward for toothpaste and shaving cream, which had been confiscated at the airport.  We debated whether or not to buy a pregnancy test because I was afraid to be disappointed.  My husband said to get one because if it was negative, I could get shitty at the wedding.  Good point.  Anyway, we decided to go for it.  When we got back to the hotel, housekeeping was cleaning our room, so I went to the bathroom in the lobby.  I had to pee so badly from all the decaf I drank at breakfast that I ripped the test open and read the instructions as quickly as I could.  I stuck the test on the floor and, two minutes later, saw the faint plus sign.  I couldn’t believe it.  I brought it out to show my husband.  I was doubtful as I didn’t want to be disappointed.  But even on the instructions, there were plus signs that looked just like mine, with one line fainter than the other.  It wasn’t the first pee of the morning, so the HCG might’ve been somewhat diluted.  We decided to take another test Sunday morning when we got home.

The wedding was great.  I didn’t drink, obviously, and didn’t feel any different.  We went home Saturday night and I went out to CVS and bought a test.  Sunday morning, woke up, took my temperature (still high) and peed on the stick.  And that’s the picture I posted on the previous post below.

Since then (it’s only Tuesday now), the only symptoms I’ve really felt are tender boobs and an occasional feeling of queasiness after I eat, but not nearly to the point of sickness.  In fact, I even googled “pregnancy no symptoms” to see what the hell was going on.  Fortunately, I saw multiple people “complaining” of the same thing.  Only tender boobs, but nothing else.  The thing is…I keep wanting to be sure I’m still pregnant.  What an odd thing.

My first doctors appointment is Sunday.  Until then, eating right and chillin’.

Phoebe