Back in December, everyone in our house contracted that evil stomach bug known as noravirus. Of course the kids were fine in a day, but my husband and I took a few more days to feel normal again. In about a week, my husband was back on track feeling normal, but my version hung on and on. It didn't matter what I ate or drank, I never felt any better or any worse. I went to the doctor and found out I had an infection. Ah! The source of the tummy troubles demystified! He put me on antibiotics and something for the nausea. I figured it would all go away in a few days as the infection got better.
After a few days, I could tell the infection was going away, but I still felt nauseated all the time. The doctor had warned me the antibiotics could make me nauseated and had advised me to take them with food, so I again figured it would all go away when the medication was done. As I finished the medication, the nausea stubbornly hung around. I went back to the doctor.
They said they wanted to run a pregnancy test. Uhm... okay. I guess it's their effort, not mine, that's wasted. I could have told them the results before they even ran it.
Have you ever heard God laugh?
The doctor came back in and said the pregnancy test was positive. Sure, I'll go ahead and say it again: the pregnancy test was POSITIVE! After an ultrasound, I discovered that not only was I pregnant, but I was 9 weeks along! I had gone almost the entire first trimester without even knowing I was pregnant.
I have previously alluded to the statistical unlikelyhood of this very scenario. Only 5% of couples diagnosed with infertility conceive. I'm now a statistic. And all I could think about as I drove home was all the times I told people they were nuts when they said, "Maybe you'll still get pregnant."
We'd decided we were done. No more kids. We'd started giving away all our infant stuff: clothes, bottles, bouncy seats, the swing. And now that there's going to be breastfeeding involved, there's a whole batch of things we'll need to acquire that we are completely unfamiliar with.
This is a weird place to be. It's our third child, but our first pregnancy. There are a lot of things we don't know, don't know what to expect, don't know what to do. And yet once the kid gets here, we'll be good. We've done the newborn thing before.
I've become the person all infertile couples resent: the infertile woman who conceives by accident. And now I wonder how long I would have let it go before I found out. Shortly after I found out I was pregnant, the morning sickness (remember that unexplainable nausea?) went away and I've felt fine for the past couple of weeks. Would I have been that girl who thought she was just eating too much fast food? What would have been the tipoff? I'm not an idiot, but I was certainly not expecting this particular outcome.
The roller coaster of life. And we'll now be riding it as a family of 5.
After a few days, I could tell the infection was going away, but I still felt nauseated all the time. The doctor had warned me the antibiotics could make me nauseated and had advised me to take them with food, so I again figured it would all go away when the medication was done. As I finished the medication, the nausea stubbornly hung around. I went back to the doctor.
They said they wanted to run a pregnancy test. Uhm... okay. I guess it's their effort, not mine, that's wasted. I could have told them the results before they even ran it.
Have you ever heard God laugh?
The doctor came back in and said the pregnancy test was positive. Sure, I'll go ahead and say it again: the pregnancy test was POSITIVE! After an ultrasound, I discovered that not only was I pregnant, but I was 9 weeks along! I had gone almost the entire first trimester without even knowing I was pregnant.
I have previously alluded to the statistical unlikelyhood of this very scenario. Only 5% of couples diagnosed with infertility conceive. I'm now a statistic. And all I could think about as I drove home was all the times I told people they were nuts when they said, "Maybe you'll still get pregnant."
We'd decided we were done. No more kids. We'd started giving away all our infant stuff: clothes, bottles, bouncy seats, the swing. And now that there's going to be breastfeeding involved, there's a whole batch of things we'll need to acquire that we are completely unfamiliar with.
This is a weird place to be. It's our third child, but our first pregnancy. There are a lot of things we don't know, don't know what to expect, don't know what to do. And yet once the kid gets here, we'll be good. We've done the newborn thing before.
I've become the person all infertile couples resent: the infertile woman who conceives by accident. And now I wonder how long I would have let it go before I found out. Shortly after I found out I was pregnant, the morning sickness (remember that unexplainable nausea?) went away and I've felt fine for the past couple of weeks. Would I have been that girl who thought she was just eating too much fast food? What would have been the tipoff? I'm not an idiot, but I was certainly not expecting this particular outcome.
The roller coaster of life. And we'll now be riding it as a family of 5.
