Since this is in part a “mom blog,” and I’m all about sharing TMI, I thought this post might be appropriate to get the ball rolling so all you readers have a good idea of how I came into this whole motherhood thing.
Some people just need to look at their significant other to get pregnant. Some just need a night out with a bottle of wine and a hotel room to get freaky and make it happen. Others wait months and years before a little blessing enters their womb.
Getting pregnant was not as easy as I thought it would be. I figured I’d just let nature take its course and BOOM! It would happen.
With me being a mistake blessing, and DH being a honeymoon baby, we thought the baby odds were in our favor.
We casually started trying, somewhat paying attention to my cycle and temperature, but really just thought if we had sex every other day it would just happen.
A few months went by and still nothing. It got to the point when we started worrying that something could be wrong. Sex wasn’t so much fun anymore when we started thinking of it like it was another job.
I tried to chart my cycle and temperature, but I never could understand it. I hated waking up and putting a thermometer in my mouth. And having a glass of wine the night before always threw it off.
Being a 20-something, I don’t have a lot of patience when it comes to something I know I want. So, after some Internet research, I discovered BabyHopes.com and ovulation tests. I just had to pee in a cup everyday around my period to figure out when my eggs were ready to rock. We tried it to no avail for a couple more months. Still nothing.
Then we found out our best friends were pregnant. We had such mixed emotions. We were so happy for them, but were wondering when our time would come, too.
Well, God works in mysterious ways.
We had taken some time off around the holidays and we were relaxed and on our A-game. Two lines meant I was ovulating. Maybe this could be our lucky day.
A few weeks later, I knew I was pregnant, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I felt off – I was so tired and my boobs hurt like whoa. I thought I either had mono or something was growing inside me…
Fast-forward a few weeks. It was the morning I was able to find out if I was pregnant (those weeks went by so incredibly slow). Since I read first thing in the morning urine is best, I rolled with it.
The darn test wasn’t clear. I said to the DH “I think I’m pregnant.”
He wasn’t sure about it and didn’t want to get his hopes up. I shouldn’t have bought the store brand, he said.
So, at 6:45 a.m., I went to the store. I didn’t care if I was late to work; I had to know. I had to get someone to open the pharmacy case (apparently pregnancy tests are one of the most stolen items – and I understand why – those suckers are expensive!) I bought a brand name I’d seen on TV.
I was back to peeing on the stick. I left the bathroom and tried to occupy my time for five minutes to make sure it was really set. I called my husband in and we looked at it together. Two lines. We were pregnant!
I couldn’t concentrate the rest of that day. The DH and I exchanged excited emails. It was our little secret for a couple of weeks before we couldn’t take it anymore and told our family and friends.
Moral of the story: good things really can happen to those who wait. It might happen on the first try, or it may take awhile. You may need to buy ovulation tests and “cheat” like we did to hit the baby jackpot. Or, it might not ever happen and IVF or adoption is the way you’ll go.
Just know there’s a reason for everything and your baby time will come when you least (or most!) expect it.