Two years ago this week is when I found out I was pregnant.  I had taken 4 pregnancy tests throughout the previous month.  Each said “not pregnant”.  And a visit to my doctor, where she said, “if you have taken 4 tests that all said no, you are not pregnant.”

Still.  Something was different.  For one, I was displaying some “symptoms”.  A good symptom…like my boobs looked amazing…I even had a friend comment on them…sign number 1.  After a few more signs, I decided to take test #5.  I had nothing to fret about since it WAS test #5 after all.  So during a commercial break of Desperate housewives, I took the test and started folding some laundry.  A few minutes later, I glanced over.  WTF!?!?  Is that a 2nd line?  Looked at the box…1 line not prego, 2 lines prego.  But the line is only partly there, what in the world does that mean???  CRAP CRAP CRAP.  I grabbed my phone and called Rebecca.  “So, I need you to run to the store for me, grab some pregnancy tests and get here FAST”

She didn’t ask questions.  She flew over, with a bottle of Gatorade and 2 tests.  I made her go look at the “results”.  “um…it says the same thing”.

“but sometimes those can be wrong, right?”

“It can show a false negative, but not a false positive”

I can’t say after that we started jumping up and down and planning a baby shower.  But I knew the instant I saw the positive test I was having a baby.  I was an emotional basket case the next few weeks.  Everything was a blur.  I went to the doctor, where they gave me “options” and then an ultrasound where I saw my precious little bean.  I told  the Deadbeat.  He said “don’t worry you won’t go through this alone, I am a better man then that”.  He proceeded to stay with me the next few weeks.  I soon realized he was doing this to convince me to have an abortion.  When he realized this was not happening, he disappeared.

A few people brought up my different options, but I knew the whole time I was having the baby.  I loved the little bean already.  The only reason I was so upset, was I knew my life was about to change drastically.  Not only drastically, but so unexpectedly.

My family and friends were amazing.  They all helped me become excited.  They showered me with love (and gifts!) and helped me switch my lifestyle from crazy and carefree to a more family friendly environment.

It is amazing how much a moment can completely change your life.  In an instant I went from one lifestyle to another.  With one faint line on a stick, I knew my life would never be the same.

2 Thoughts on “Life Changing

  1. Melissa on March 18, 2011 at 8:39 pm said:

    I am SO glad that the second line appeared. You seem to be a wonderful mommy and Harrison is adorable. Life is so much better being a mommy and so different! Keep up the great bogs!

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