I went to my OB and took a test there and it was positive.
I was only 3 weeks along. It was crazy.
With this pregnancy, I was in denial. It was a huge shock.
Brad kept telling me to take a test and I wouldn't because I knew it would be negative.
Then the day I was supposed to get my period, I never did. So I tested.
I peed on the stick and before the liquid even got to the "control window" it was positive. I took three more and they were all positive.
It came as quite a shock because we had stopped trying for a baby two cycles prior.
We stopped because we felt that we were financially ready.
We wanted to wait until our finances were better. But I guess this baby didn't want to wait.
With Ezra I always felt nauseous but I rarely threw up. It lasted about a month after I found out.
With this baby, I've been sick every day since I tested.
But, I don't ever feel nauseous until the moment I need to puke. And then I feel fine again.
We really want to have a girl, so because of how different this pregnancy already is I've found myself calling it a her.
I'll be 6 weeks tomorrow.
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