Welcome to my very first post on xoxmommy.com!!
This is my very first pregnancy and wanted to build my own little world that would incorporate my new lifestyle as well as my old. When I first found out I was pregnant, I started a blog a few weeks afterwards and made *one* post. Things were pretty normal after that, and I didn’t really have much to talk about.
This time, things are different, and I’ll be posting regularly about baby, bonding, and beautiful living. I hope my love for DIY as well as this little sweet-pea inside my belly will inspire you and guide you!
In the meantime, here was my first post, and the story of how I found out I was pregnant.
August 19th, 2013
It hasn’t exactly been news lately: I found out exactly two weeks ago that I was pregnant, and had a pretty big hunch for about another week before that. Everything I read pre-conception has been right so far – when you know, you just know.
I’m seven weeks along, and found out I was pregnant during a camping trip over the Civic Holiday weekend. Like I said, the week before, I was becoming more and more late according to the app that had so religiously tracked my cycle’s goings-ons to a tee. “Well,” I thought, “last month I was two days late, so maybe it’s just readjusting based on that. We’ll see.” My husband Dan and I were trying to conceive, except my handy little app told me that I would be ovulating while he was out of town. Great, there goes this month. So when I finally saw him again, we gave our baby-making a college try even though we knew it wouldn’t really make a difference.
Obviously, when I was two days late, I didn’t really think much of it. It wasn’t until day three and four came along when I thought to myself “hmmm, this is interesting,” especially since I had weird cramping a few days before. Like weiiiiiird cramping. And then an uncomfortable stabbing feeling in my back ribs one night while I was half-asleep. Coincidentally, one of my friends who works in a doctor’s office sent me a text saying she had acquired some pregnancy tests for me. Whoo! The pro kind. I would have to wait four more days to get them from her, at the start of our camping trip. I was so tempted to jaunt down to the dollar store and get one of those pregnancy tests, just for shits and giggles. At the same time, I wouldn’t be able to take the test until the next morning, because “they” want your first morning pee, so I figured if I could wait until the morning, I could wait three more days for the real deal. Plus what if the dollar store one was a hack anyways? I would’ve wasted a buck thirteen and twenty minutes getting there and back. Or maybe it was a dollar fifty, and whatever tax they tack onto that. Anyways, I was patient.
The day before we went camping, a group of us went bridesmaid dress shopping with one of my best friends for her wedding. Do you know how hard it is to buy a dress for year-from-now-you when you think you might be knocked up? I put on a bunch and liked a select few, but nothing really sold me as the only thing taunting me in the back of my mind was: “you gon’ get fat.” I didn’t buy one, but as we all said our goodbyes to each other, I got numerous requests to call or text them over the weekend with the verdict.
FRIDAY. GAME DAY.
I woke up, then I peed.
CANCEL GAME DAY.
Our camping crew showed up at around 8am and thus, so did my pee sticks.
“Do it tomorrow morning, first pee, mid-stream, into the cup. two stripes means yes, one means no.” That’s right, cup. I told you it was pro. She handed me a ziploc bag with four twist-top pee sample cups, and a tube of BioStrips. (As I write that I couldn’t help but notice how much it looks like Biore Strips, which, these were not.) I shoved the bag into my backpack and went on normally with our drive to the campsite, four hours away.
Obviously, being four hours away, I had to strategically regulate my peeing schedule. I have a small, feisty bladder to begin with, so it probably wasn’t a good idea to mindlessly make my regular 500ml cup of coffee and then subsequently drink the whole thing by force of habit. I peed twice before we left, then I invoked Theme Park Law on myself and went at all opportune stops, regardless of whether I had to or not. I sipped, not gulped, any beverage I may have craved or acquired along the way, and in the home stretch, did a good job of holding it in until we go to registration.
Now here’s the problem with camping and waiting to see if you’re pregnant. This is what you do whilst camping: Eat like you’re an eight year old home alone for the first time in your life, and Drink like you just turned 19 and made your first (legal) LCBO transaction. Fortunately we’re pretty sensible, and our first camping meal consisted of rotisserie chicken, coleslaw and… hmmm – I can’t remember what else. Also, don’t judge. We’re a step away from glamping, complete with a coffee maker and toaster not manufactured by Coleman.
Then comes the campfire. Whiskey, jager, beer, wine, and cider were flowing, and I was unsure of my situation. No thanks, I’ll sip on this bottle of Nestle Purelife. It’s soooo hydrating.
All of a sudden, my husband brings up babies and our “timeline,” and all of a sudden there’s a big discussion going on about how old our parents will be when our babies are born, how old will we be when they graduate, when they get married, when they have their own kids… it was getting depressing!! I got up and took a wander around the park (in the black of night, mind you) and thought to myself “maybe I should wait until Monday to take the test… I don’t want the whole trip to be a big discussion about babies!” I just didn’t want to hijack the trip and make it all about little ones. At this point, I knew for sure that the test was going to be positive. It just made sense.
So at 3am, when I woke up in the middle of the night with my bladder doing cartwheels in my pelvis, I grabbed a cup and the stick tube and made my way to the bathroom. As of late I’ve taken to using “the big stall” in public bathrooms because a) the regular sized ones are lame, claustrophobic and the door hits my knee when I try to get out; and b) you don’t need a permit to use the big stall, unlike those really good parking spaces. This one also had a window ledge to set my cup onto, for balance purposes. Couldn’t do that in a regular stall, now could I?
There was a teenager three stalls down from me trying to drop a deuce, and I know because her boyfriend was outside waiting for her. Nothing happened, and if it’s because I was in there tinkering with cups and tubes and strips, I apologize.
With my impeccable aim, I managed to fill the cup and put the lid on it for my own peace of mind. If I didn’t, I probably would have dropped it. I took the tube of BioStrips and pulled one out. “Max Fill line.” It wasn’t that high up. The directions on the tube didn’t actually say what meant positive or negative. I read it about four more times without change, then stuck the stick in the cup. Two stripes appeared in the middle of the strip almost instantly, which I knew would happen, based on my faint recollection of two stripes being positive. Even though I knew, both my hands went numb and cold as if my blood got scared of the strip and ran to my elbows for shelter.
I stood there for a moment, just watching the stripes darken and shout YOU’RE PREGNANT FO’RALLLS while I just replied: “yep, saw that one coming.” I was excited, not surprised, knew it all along, and now fully awake, at 3:18 in the morning. I dumped out the cup in the toilet, put everything in the “girly garbage” and skipped back to my tent. I passed by a few people going for their mid-night pee and I just wanted to scream to them “I’M PREGNANT!!” even though I didn’t and would have probably alerted the park warden (who had already busted balls for our music being too loud). I crawled back into my tent and found that Dan had fallen back asleep, something I wouldn’t be able to do for another two hours, so I let him be and had my own little quiet, happy celebration in my head.
NOW LISTEN TO THIS: I call my parents at one in the afternoon, give them the news, and they’re crazy excited. They’ve been just waiting for this phone call ever since I got married, and every time I see them it’s “so, are you pregnant yet?” or “What? You coughed? You’re probably pregnant!” Ah haha. Later that night, I check my phone in the tent and saw that I had a text message from my sister, three provinces away. It said: “Call meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeered!!!!” I don’t know what meeeeered means, but I assumed that my parents told her, and she was pretty stoked. I called her back but had to whisper because I hadn’t told everyone yet, so I didn’t want them to find out because they happened to hear me through my tent. But, this is how the conversation went.
“Hi! How are you?”
“Okay… why are you whispering?”
“Because I’m in a tent and people around me are sleeping!”
“Okay! I’ll try to contain my excitement then… I’m engaged!!!!”
“OH MY GOD, WHAT?!?! I’M PREGNANT!!!”
And that was the first 30 seconds of our 45 minute conversation. Really. We calculated our time difference and realized that we would have talked to our parents within three hours of each other, minus driving time, equals, they must still be on the ceiling. Oh marron. Holy cannoli. Tony Soprano. I can’t imagine what a day it must have been for them!
On the Sunday, we went on a white water rafting adventure with Wilderness Tours. Our guide was the youngest one there and had only been working with the company for a couple of months, which didn’t bother me because he wasn’t the “I’ve got something to prove” guide, more like the “please just listen and pay attention to me” guide – which meant less flipping over and less potiential of losing my contacts. All fine by me at this point! Halfway through the tour, we stopped at a cliff and people were meant to jump off of it, into the Ottawa River. Am I allowed to do that? Was I even allowed to put on this bug spray this morning? So many questions of what I can or can’t do now constantly run through my head. It’s so handy that we have mini, portable computers on our cellphones now, that we can just research at any whim. Can I eat this sushi? Oh, good thing I checked. Wait, I shouldn’t be drinking green tea? 86 the bag, then! All of a sudden I’m not allowed to do anything, even treat a pimple the way I used to.
Needless to say, I did not jump off the cliff. After one of my friends came back from her jump, she yelled at me.
“Heather!! Why didn’t you jump??”
“Come on, that’s not like you, you’re not afraid of heights!”
“No, I mean I shouldn’t… because I’m pregnant.”
Her face dropped. It was kind of funny, actually. She was so shocked and couldn’t believe it at first, but I would be too if my friend threw that at me, sitting on a cliff in the middle of the Ottawa River. Excitement all around! Not to mention I managed to build an awesome inukshuk out of like 16 river pebbles. Legacy!!! Until at least the tide comes in or the wind blows it over.
Well there you have it, the story of how I found out I was pregnant! Stay tuned for future blog posts such as “My Tits Are Killing Me,” “Hello Narcolepsy,” “I Want Fries and Four Twinkies” and “What Do You Mean That Stroller Costs A Thousand Dollars?”