A Blast to the Past... Few Weeks.

I just posted my first post that I wrote weeks ago, and I plan to leave that post unfinished because I'm not in the same mind frame I was when I started the post.

Why?

I'M PREGNANT!!!

 At least, I think I am! I've done a total of four tests in the past two days and 3 out of 4 said that I was pregnant. Here is the story of the past couple of weeks...

I was sure that this month I wouldn't be getting pregnant. We knew the days I was supposed to be ovulating but we weren't very into planning the exact days we needed to "get things done" so to speak, but of course, I still knew when we should and I also knew we didn't on the prime day the internet told us to. Well, a few days after I went to the Dinner Dance at the fire department. It was a lot of fun and I had originally planned to drink but then ended up needing to drive so I stuck to gingerale. (SO happy about that now!!) Because of my drink of choice I had our good friend Martine wondering if I was pregnant, but of course, she was too polite to ask. One of the firefighters, however, was not too polite. Or polite at all, actually. He took my mother aside and asked her, "If that was a baby bump he saw on me" WHAT?!?! I mean seriously, who asks that even if it IS a baby bump. WOW. Needless to say, I was not impressed when I found that out and was seriously wondering if I should  ever wear that dress again. (It was form fitting, but I thought it looked alright.)

Fast forward to the week after and I'm struggling to finish all my assignments before the deadlines. This results in a lot of sleepless nights (2 entirely sleepless, the others I got a little sleep) and I'm exhausted all the time. This could have been from not sleeping or that I was now pregnant, who knows. Anyways, by the end of this week. Around the 1st or so, I'm almost done all of my assignments and I'm sleeping a ton. I have one day in here (on a weekend, I think, but I don't know when) where Alek and I were joking around and all of a sudden I was full out bawling. Anyone who knows me knows that this is not like me. I very rarely cry and when I do I almost always have a good reason! Aside from weird crying, I also had a very strong bout of nausea one night. (Maybe the same night as the crying?) I was so sure that I was going to be sick, but notta. It just came and went pretty quickly, but otherwise I haven't felt sick at all!.

So, one thing that I have heard a lot about is implantation bleeding. As in, when you actually get pregnant, you'll know because you will bleed a little bit and typically blood is something that you notice. Well, either I didn't notice (not likely, I'm fairly observant) or it didn't happen for me (which I found out is actually quite likely). So, in case anyone is wondering, I seem to be pregnant, according to Clearblue and First Response, but there was no weird bleeding to be seen.

So far, I have had a great lack of nausea, aside from that one 10 minute or so stretch of queasiness. I know that many women start being sick as soon as they get pregnant and don't stop basically until the baby is born, so I'm counting my lucky stars that I'm still doing okay. Mum wasn't sick at all throughout her pregnancies so I'm seriously hoping she's passed that lovely trait onto me. What I am instead of nauseous however, is hungry. ALL THE TIME! I mean, it's crazy. I started to notice it on Wednesday when I woke up to drive Alek to the carpool lot. We were running late (as per usual) and I didn't have time to make breakfast. Usually I don't even want breakfast, I kind of have this thing against eating before at least 10am, but it was about 6:00am and I was starving! I wasn't going to school because classes had finished for me on Monday, so Alek made himself a sandwich and we were on our way, with my empty, empty stomach. (I ate about an hour ago and my stomach is growling as I write this.) So, Alek goes to put on his shoes and asks me to hold his sandwich for him.  His chicken sandwich. Now, I've been an ovo-lacto vegetarian for over 8 years and I haven't missed or enjoyed the thought of eating meat in years, but suddenly his sandwich smells like the best thing on earth. I was so tempted to take a bite, but I knew better. So I held onto the sandwich and enjoyed the smell and quickly handed it back to him when he was finally ready to hold it.
That day I hung out at Mum's for awhile and she suspected I was pregnant when I mentioned the oh-so wonderful chicken sandwich, but I was still not convinced. I had done a pregnancy test the day before, just to see, and it was negative. I knew that I still could be, but I still didn't want to get my hopes up. I went out shopping with Kirstie that day for Christmas presents and bought an early detection test and tried that one at Chapters. Still not pregnant, and I knew it must be true because this test said it could see way earlier than normal ones and I was due to start my period that day or the next day. But... I still felt off. Kirstie could see something was different when we went out to lunch and I ate my hole plate full of pasta. (Usually you can't even tell I've touched my plate at a restaurant and the food will last me at least 2 more meals.) We joked about how we might have to pack snacks to go shopping, but that probably will actually be something I have to do now. Wow.
Well, then we could to yesterday. Thursday! What a crazy day that was for me. After shopping on Wednesday I completely passed out when we got home. I was asleep by 6pm and didn't wake up until 4am. I didn't do a test when I woke up because I assumed it would be a waste. (Those tests are EXPENSIVE!) I got up and went about my day, driving Alek to school and then hanging out with Mum until Alek got home from taking his exam. I ate a lot of food at Mum's house and my chest was aching a bit, and I was really starting to think something was up. This was the last day it would be normal for me to start my period and there was still no sign of it at all. I'm very weird when it comes to PMSing anyways because I get all the symptoms a week before and then they all go away before my period actually starts. This means I feel awful for a week but when I'm actually dealing with the period it's mainly just a minor inconvenience.
Well, I got home and there was still no sign of a period, but I was still hungry. I ate some more food and then I got a text from Katie to  see if I wanted to go up and help her make an ice cream cake. I only had about 2 hours until I was going shopping with Mum but I agreed because I really wanted to get out of the house and take my mind of baby stuff. (Which is funny because Katie has a sweet little baby, so there is no forgetting about babies at her place.) I decided to waste another test before going to Katie's because I really had to pee and I figured why not. Well, what do you know? I peed in a cup and then put the stick in for a couple seconds and then promptly turned away from it. I actually prefer the cup method better, despite it's increased gross-ness, because it gives you something to focus on cleaning up while you wait the LONGEST 3 MINUTES EVER. So when I finally turned back to the stick I was beyond shocked to see the faintest blue line making it into a plus sign. I was beginning to think I would never see that line and then suddenly it was there. Wow. I jumped around and silently screamed in excitement. I had planned to surprise Alek and make it really special for him but all I wanted to do was run out and tell him. I was really set on that surprise though so instead I got in my car and drove straight to Katie's and showed her the test. I had to. I didn't want to tell anyone before Alek and Mum, but I really needed another opinion, particularly from someone I would be able to trust and who had actually seen a stick with a positive sign before. Well, she confirmed it and we were ecstatic together, already talking about playdates and how our children would be able to grow up together the same way we did. I went out to Co-op with her and picked out an anniversary card for my mum. December 6th is her anniversary, but I just bought the card to tell her in a way that would surprise her. It worked SO well! We talked about her anniversary and how she thought it was weird I gave the card to just her, but when she read the card that said, "I can't wait for you to meet our new little addition in August!" Her jaw dropped and she cried (which is not unusual for her). It was great. I did pick her up an actual card that said congratulations later though, so she'll get that eventually.
Well, we went out and ate a Jack's (because I was starving AGAIN) but I didn't actually enjoy the food. Usually it's my favourite place to eat, so I don't know what happened but they did change the menu so it might not have been just me. We went to Chapters and I bought Alek a book on pregnancy from a guy's point of view and I bought our baby a sweet chocolate brown bunny. (Which is super soft and cost way too much!) Mum was excited but didn't want to buy me anything because her first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage and she is worried mine will too. I'm worried about that too but I'm trying not to think about it and to treat this pregnancy like it will last. I'm going to eat as healthy as I can and avoid everything that is risky, but I also know that I'm putting the baby more at risk if I stress about the possibility. I'm trying to be very calm and happy and just hope that this little one decides to stick around.
As for the symptoms I have right now, I am super bloated, I have sore breasts but they don't look any different to me - they just kind of hurt to touch, I have to pee a lot (this is getting worse every day, I started out barely noticing it because it was only about once or twice extra a day but now it seems like every couple hours, although I'm drinking more water now too), and I get headaches at times and feel just weird and sometimes confused (could be exams coming up though), annndd, I'm tired. Seriously so often. Dad is worried about me. (Not as worried as when he finds out he's going to be a grandpa, I bet.) But I've been sleeping a ton and it's only getting worse.
Things I'm excited for this week: Telling Kirstie and Josh today! I don't plan to tell anyone else until Christmas (except maybe Dad) but Kirst has been texting every day to see if I've gotten my period yet, so I have to tell her. Here's hoping I don't have to tell anyone about a miscarriage later... And the next thing I'm looking forward to is my doctor's appointment on Tuesday! It's pretty far away but I'm sure the time will fly by. In the mean time I have to study, wrap presents, buy presents, make food, EAT food, work, and then take my first exam on Monday. I'm tired just thinking about it!

Well, now that I've written more here than I have on anything, other than a term paper, in years, I will go for now and try to wake up Hubby. It's 1:30pm. I think it's probably time he got up.

First Post (Unfinished)

Hello!

I'm not entirely sure how to go about this whole blogging business... Which seems silly since I spend most of my free time reading other people's blogs lately. Anyways, I'm just going to wing it and try my best not to ramble. It isn't my goal for anyone online to read this blog, I am writing this blog mainly for to have a record for my child to read once they're all grown up and want to know what things were like for their parents when they were a baby.
This brings me to the issue on my mind ALL THE TIME lately. A baby. My husband and I are more than ready to welcome a little one into our family. We are both very excited about becoming parents and have no desire to wait for a few years after getting married, although we have definitely heard this argument enough... Even complete strangers seem to feel the need to tell me that we should take our time and enjoy married life for a few years.
In fact, complete strangers seem to take a great deal of interest in our lives. We got married young (we're in our 20's) and everyone seems to have their own opinion of this... Most of which are negative, and all of which they seem to feel the need to tell us. We are very happy together and our families are supportive of our decisions so I don't let the opinions of other people bother me... I'm really hoping I can keep this attitude once I'm pregnant... I've heard that strangers like to give advice to pregnant women, so hopefully I can continue to come up with polite ways to respond while my hormones are going crazy. It doesn't help that Husband and I BOTH still look young enough to be in high school. People are always shocked to find out that we're married, so I would say the thing I'm looking forward to the least is having people ask my age when they see that I'm pregnant. (Does anyone else find that incredibly rude??? I have people ask my age all the time when they see I'm married, I thought that was something you were never supposed to ask a woman.)