to: the girl who was late
I was maybe a week late when we decided I should take a pregnancy test. I took the test in the morning and it was positive. If I remember correctly I screamed it out from the bathroom to my significant other that it said positive. We didn’t really want to believe it because of what had just happened (the chemical pregnancy). So, I took another test the next day. Again it said positive and that I was 2-3 weeks pregnant. If you can’t tell already, we bought a few different brands to test. Still not really wanting to believe it, I took a third test the next day. Again, positive.
At that point we knew I should go see a doctor but because I didn’t have a family doctor, that became an ordeal. I won’t get into the details but eventually, I got to see an OB maybe a bit later than I should have. To be honest, I was fine.
I think it was also because we really didn’t want to get our hopes up. We ended up not really telling anybody until my first trimester was done. I told a couple of close friends because it was hard for us to deal with it together after what had happened. It took us fighting about it and eventually talking it out to realize that we needed to accept the fact that my fiancé couldn’t be as supportive as he wanted to be because he was back in school and that I need to get the support from elsewhere. This pregnancy didn’t exactly come at the best time but that’s ok, some things you just can’t predict and you just have to go with it. I will say this though, I’m happy I found out at home rather than a doctors office but that’s just me.
PS: I’m trying to split up my pregnancy stories so that they aren’t too long. Hopefully, you won’t feel like you are being bombarded with pregnancy posts but this is my life and writing is part of my therapy for myself.