I know some women take like nineteen pregnancy tests when they finally get pregnant. Just to be sure. Just to keep checking.
I took one. It was enough. I figured I'd know soon enough if things changed.
So there we are, me and Jim, standing in the hallway at 9.30 on a Tuesday morning, staring at a little plastic stick, not quite able to believe our eyes...
I took one. It was enough. I figured I'd know soon enough if things changed.
So there we are, me and Jim, standing in the hallway at 9.30 on a Tuesday morning, staring at a little plastic stick, not quite able to believe our eyes...
...but also totally believing our eyes at the same time.
A baby. A baby. After all those months of no baby.
We did an online calculation and came up with a due date of July 19th.
July! A million miles away from November!
Was this really happening?
It did make sense of the tender boobs though.
Jim was pretty chuffed with himself and his obvious virility.
I was thinking about the two glasses of wine I'd had at my aunt's house that weekend (I allowed myself occasional lapses from the not-drinking thing), and the little speck of blood that I thought had been my period thinking about turning up and then not bothering, but I was now realising had been a little sperm and a little egg implanting in my womb.
IN MY WOMB! Something was finally happening in my womb!
I'd only been taking my tiny tablets for a month. It was supposed to take three for the things to even work.
I called my endocrinologist.
"Good stuff," he said. "Come and see us in... March."
"Is the prolactinoma going to affect my pregnancy at all?" I asked.
"It shouldn't," he said. "But come and see us and we can keep an eye on you."
What to do next what to do next what to do next? OMG A BABY! For real? For real!
I called my GP and told them I was pregnant. The whole time I felt like I was talking about someone else.
"We'll need you to confirm that," they said. They wanted more wee from me. It made a change from giving them blood. So I hand over my bottle of wee and I'm walking around with a magical cell allegedly multiplying inside me and Jim and I lie there at night and try to accept that it's true and wonder what our lives will be like.
Next hurdle: a weekend away with my mum and sister. Frequent offers of wine! A trip to a spa! Can I keep the secret? Read all about it here.
A baby. A baby. After all those months of no baby.
We did an online calculation and came up with a due date of July 19th.
July! A million miles away from November!
Was this really happening?
It did make sense of the tender boobs though.
Jim was pretty chuffed with himself and his obvious virility.
I was thinking about the two glasses of wine I'd had at my aunt's house that weekend (I allowed myself occasional lapses from the not-drinking thing), and the little speck of blood that I thought had been my period thinking about turning up and then not bothering, but I was now realising had been a little sperm and a little egg implanting in my womb.
IN MY WOMB! Something was finally happening in my womb!
I'd only been taking my tiny tablets for a month. It was supposed to take three for the things to even work.
I called my endocrinologist.
"Good stuff," he said. "Come and see us in... March."
"Is the prolactinoma going to affect my pregnancy at all?" I asked.
"It shouldn't," he said. "But come and see us and we can keep an eye on you."
What to do next what to do next what to do next? OMG A BABY! For real? For real!
I called my GP and told them I was pregnant. The whole time I felt like I was talking about someone else.
"We'll need you to confirm that," they said. They wanted more wee from me. It made a change from giving them blood. So I hand over my bottle of wee and I'm walking around with a magical cell allegedly multiplying inside me and Jim and I lie there at night and try to accept that it's true and wonder what our lives will be like.
Next hurdle: a weekend away with my mum and sister. Frequent offers of wine! A trip to a spa! Can I keep the secret? Read all about it here.