I really meant to do this yesterday, but yesterday went really fast! My Wednesday walk will be about my very first pregnancy test. My husband and I were told that we would never have a baby. We endured a lot of drugs and procedures, but nothing worked. Finally, we had surgery -as a comfort measure- to remove some of the endometriosis that was covering my uterus.
On August 15, 2003 I realized that I had skipped my period. I also realized that I was not feeling quite right. I had a home pregnancy test in the bathroom, but I was reluctant to use it. I had been through so many shots, procedures, and I was done. We had FINALLY come to accept that we would be a childless couple. I decided that I should test, but not tell Josh. I did not want to disappoint him with yet another negative HPT.
As clear as day I remember using the test, and then setting it on the sink while I jumped in the shower. I was so sure it was negative, and I had done this SO many times, that I almost forgot about it! I got out of the shower and glanced over at the test. I saw a + sign. My heart dropped into my stomach because I KNEW that I had officially gone wacky. I could not have children! I could not GET pregnant, so HOW am I staring at a + sign?!?!?
I honestly thought I had gone insane. So insane that I called a friend over so that she could take a look at it. She looked at it, and being a mom herself, laughed at me. She said...."ummmm, yes. That is a positive pregnancy test!!!" We laughed and cried, and I called my reproductive endocrinologist who also laughed and cried. He sent me for blood work.
At that moment I realized that MY HUSBAND was going to know my news AFTER my friend, and doctor! OOPS! I called him, and he could barely contain his excitement. You know the rest!!!! The blood work was good, and some 9 months later Miss Reagan made her appearance into the world. There were bumps....I lost her twin at 13 weeks, and I suffered severe hyperemisis that required home health care, but it was all worth it. All of the pain of infertility, the suffering of puking my guts out for 9 months, and even the pain of losing her twin (whom I still miss) was worth it when I held that perfect bundle of joy in my arms on 4/28/04.
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