Feb. 1st, 2011…
This by far isn’t the start of my pregnancy. I’m just over 8 weeks pregnant, have been verified by my Primary through the Navy, and am currently waiting to attend my first OB visit, on Feb. 7th, 2011. As of sometime early in March, I will be entering into my second trimester.
We decided after getting back from three weeks of visiting family and a mini-vacation, that we’d “for the heck of it” get some pregnancy tests and see what happened. We’d been trying officially since around December 11th, 2010. It was basically a month later to the day when we got back into town, Jan. 10th, 2011.
On the morning of Jan. 11th, I took the first test and it was positive. I paced around for quite a while after that, willing my body to need to “go” again, so I could take another. I wasn’t going to bank on just one test, and I wouldn’t allow myself to feel anything one way or the other.
I also knew that if I were to press with fluids, I would be extremely diluted, and it could affect the accuracy of the test, so I merely waited until I felt the urge to go again. I took another two tests over the course of that day. They were both positive.
I took another the next morning (Jan. 12th), and that one was positive as well. Well! Definitely time to call the doctor and get an appointment! We called the parents (HI!) that day. It’s actually kinda funny, and kind of dorky, we called them both at the same time. He called his parents as I called my parents. I’m really dorky like that. He just shook his head and smiled at me.
We considered waiting until the doctor’s appointment to officiate it to tell everyone else, but that went out the window. Things spread like wildfire around on his side (as they always do), and I got a hold of my two brothers and their spouses by that Friday (Jan 14th).
Unfortunately, the initial doctor’s appointment wasn’t for another week (Jan. 21st) after I spoke to my brothers, so it was basically a waiting game and fielding comments and questions from different family members until that point.