Dan and I had been married for 1 year and started talking about having a baby. I was pro, he was against it. He did want children, but he was in the throws of flight school and wanted to wait at least another 3 years. That did not go over well. I warned him that if that was the case we needed to get some serious counseling. I WILL NOT wait another 3 years to get pregnant. I was ready. Later that week, after I did not get my period, I took a pregnancy test. Negative. Damn!! The next day I got on a plane to visit my friend, Shana, who had just given birth to the most beautiful little girl, Caitlyn. My ovaries ached when I held that sweet baby girl. It was almost primal the yearn that I felt for a baby. I got angrier and angrier as I held her and longed for a baby of my own. I had never felt this way before.
A few days later I flew home. I was having an odd pain in my breast. It started on one side and then the other breast started hurting. I wondered if I had a lump I wasn't detecting. I was cramping like I was going to start my period and I had taken a pregnancy test so I knew that wasn't it.
I went to the doctor and she examined my breasts...said "Hmmmm..." and walked out. They took my blood and said nothing. I was freaking out...I have cancer don't I?? When she walked back in and said that I was pregnant I almost fell on the floor. The room was spinning. Could this possibly be true.
Doc: Is this a good thing?
Kristin (stunned): I don't know. I'll have to ask my husband.
I drove home with bottle of prenatals and brand new copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting and prayed all the way home. "Please don't let him say something stupid....Please don't let him say something stupid..."
Dan had a very important checkride (flight test) that day. He was so stressed about it and I debated lying to him. As I walked in, he glanced up from him book.
D: How did it go?"
K: Well, I'm pregnant.
(about 3 minutes of silence)
D: Oh. Well that didn't take long.
And from that moment on he was happy as could be and she has him wrapped around his little finger still. He did fail his checkride though.
Red was a little over a year old and I started getting antsy to have another baby. Dan, being responsible and rational, wanted to wait a little while. We decided that we would stop using birth control in January and start trying in February. I was so ready.
Then one night in January I rolled over in bed and had that pulling sensation in my belly. That sharp, tell tale pain...you moms know what I am talking about. I got up the next day, without a word to Dan and bought a pregnancy test. It's blue.
When Dan came home that night I let him sit down and tell me about his day. It was excruciating listening to it all. I wanted to just blurt out the news...so I did.
D: blah blah blah work work blah blah helicopters blah blah financial stuff blah blah
K: I'm pregnant!
(a familiar long silence)
D: Oh. I guess we don't need to try then.
Vincent was only 9 months old and having another baby was the FARTHEST thing from my mind. Going from 1 kid to 2 kids was a very strenuous transition for us. I was just starting to lose the baby weight, just joined Weight Watchers 3 days before. I was still breastfeeding, but one day, for no reason I bought a pregnancy test. I wasn't even sure why I was doing it. But something told me to pick up that test and put it in the cart at Target and move on.
Later that night I sat down and decided to take the test. Dan was working late so I safely took it in private. No need to frighten the man...I don't even know why I am taking the damn thing.
Whew...it's negative. Right? I look closer...is that another line? No... Is it? Well it must be a defect in the test. There was another little mark barely detectable. Good thing I bought a 2 pack. Took that test. Ah...negative for sure. Or is it? It must be the test. You really have to stare at it for a while to see the other line. I am paranoid.
I call my friend, Shana. She tells me to get another test. So I called my neighbor and she came down to sit with my kids at 11 at night so I could frantically run to the pharmacy for another test. I found one of those digital EPT test that actually say "Not Pregnant" or "Pregnant". I go home, run into the bathroom. Try to pee...try to pee.... I'm so nervous... OK. NOT PREGNANT.
With a sigh of relief, I send my neighbor home. Then I notice that I forgot to take the cap of the test and only a little urine got on the stick. Crap.
Over the next 4 days I took NINE other pregnancy test. Slowly but surely the lines got darker and darker. (If you want to know the best and the worst pregnancy tests out there, I am your gal). I learned alot that week. A great resource that I spent many an hour on is here.
K: Honey, I am pretty certain I am pregnant.
D: Do you think you can get your money back from Weight Watchers?