Tuesday, December 13, 2011


Have I ever shared with you the moment my husband and I found out we were pregnant? I don't think so. Well it was about 23 weeks ago. We were still living up our 6 months in Bolivia with only 8 days left to come back home. I had two terribly restless nights. I was plagued with a mixture of anxiety, heartburn and stomach cramps. After so many months of hoping for a positive pregnancy test (even when we weren't trying, we would get our hopes up) I had given up hope to a certain extent. Did I think I would NEVER be able to have children? NO. Did the thought cross my mind? Oh yeah! But for the moment, I gave up on the idea that every weird stomach twitch and headache could be a sign of a child on the way. We actually had JUST made the decision that one of the first things on our agenda after we arrived back in the US of A was to find a fertility specialist. We were going to get good and pregnant one way or the other! I had my most memorable cries around this time. The kind of cries that make you feel like you can't breathe. My husband had started saying, "babe, I think I might be the problem. I'm so sorry if I am". This was all hitting us the last two weeks of our stay in Bolivia. I mean, after all, why couldn't two relatively healthy, young, in love people create a life together? Something had to be wrong. I was hesitant about sharing these feelings with anyone else. Instead, I would pour all of my emotions out onto the posts of my blog. I found comfort in other women's stories of infertility and triumph and hoped to one day be able to share my story of sweet victory. But it still felt so far away.

Back to those two sleepless nights. The first night I was up til 4 am. My stomach hurt too bad to fall asleep. My heart hurt in a way that I hadn't felt before then. And my back.Whoa mama! What on earth was going on? I contributed all of these symptoms to the anxiety of leaving Bolivia - the packing, the flying, the thoughts of seeing my family for the first time in half a year. But I did not think I was pregnant. For almost the first time since we were married, I didn't think to run and take a pregnancy test. I didn't want to hurt myself anymore. By the time the second night rolled around, my cramps intensified, my heartburn had gone from a pain to severe and I didn't sleep a wink. Around 5 in the morning I remember thinking... What if? What if this could be the moment we waited for? It's not (obviously) but what if? By 6:30 my mind was made up. I had never felt this way before. It was different and I couldn't ignore that fact. So I decided that the moment Phillip woke up, I would send him to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test.

He woke up around 7:30 or so and off I sent him. He didn't get excited, he wasn't annoyed. He just said OK as if I was asking him to pick up some bread from the grocery store. The walk was about 8 minutes each way. I tried to be patient but something in my gut was telling me that this just might be that moment. I started breakfast as I pretended that all was cool and chill in the world. I was just gonna pee on a stick. That's all. It was gonna be negative (obviously) and the day would go on as normal.

When he walked in the door he pulled out a test from the small brown paper bag he was holding and handed it to me. I walked ever so calmly to the bathroom and ya know... Immediately after taking the test I shouted, "I'm not pregnant!". A little back story: that's what I have done since we were first married. As soon as I would take a test I would shout "I'm not pregnant!" so he didn't have a second to get excited and so I could rip the band aid off my wound as quickly as possible. My hand was on its way to the trashcan with the "negative" test in it when something caught my eye. The faintest pink line I ever did see. In fact, it was so faint that I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I glanced at it for about 3 seconds (imagine my face!) and with the biggest eyes EVER yelled, "Phillip.... get me the other test. PHILLIP, GET ME THE OTHER TEST!"

To be continued...
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Side note: I originally posted the whole story but then realized it was REALLY long so I broke it up into two parts. If you're wondering where the rest of the story went, it'll be back up tomorrow or Thursday.


  1. awwww oh my gosh this post has me smiling so big as I imagine how happy that moment must to have been for you. I can't wait for that same feeling :-)

  2. I can't wait to read your story one day too! It really was a great day. Sometimes I'm still blown away that we're having a baby!

  3. I remember reading your posts from back then. They were really heart wrenching, but all is well now and I am so happy for you!

    Not long after reading your posts, the hubby and I decided to start trying for ourselves. :-)


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