If you are of the male persuasion or don't care about the details of my cycle and peeing on a stick, skip this post!Rewind a little bit with me to January. I was a few days late and decided I should take a test. While Jarrod and I weren't officially trying, we weren't NOT trying either. And we were pregnant! It took us both by such surprise and took a few days to get over the shock. We found out on Monday and by Wednesday, we were thrilled. By the following week, I was bleeding heavily and we discovered that my progesterone was too low to make the pregnancy viable. I wasn't sure if it was going to be a consistent problem or if it was because I had just gotten off the pill. Regardless, we were crushed.
The weeks surrounding that pregnancy were a blur. We only knew we were pregnant for about 7 days, but those days confirmed that having a baby was what we wanted. Definitely. No questions asked. We waited one full cycle before officially starting to try to have a baby.
I was scheduled to start my period on Wednesday, April 27th. I started taking the cheap pregnancy tests on the 26th. Evidently the cheap pregnancy tests don't detect hCG in a 9 month pregnant woman. I took probably 10 tests over the next 4 days. Finally on Sunday, May 1st, I stopped at Walgreens on my way home from church in the evening, having just walked 8 miles, and bought a 3-pack of pregnancy tests. When I got home, I tested immediately knowing that I'd probably retest the next morning when the concentration of hCG would be higher.
Actually, I took the test and hopped in the shower. I seriously assumed that I was basically wasting a test. But, halfway through the shower, I hopped out just to see if there was one line or two. Two!
After finishing my shower, I thought about how I was going to tell Jarrod. He was still at the church. He knew I'd been obsessively testing with the cheap tests, but he didn't know I'd gotten the big guns. And while I know my body and knew that the odds of me randomly being 5 days late was pretty slim, he wasn't nearly as confident. So I snapped a few pictures with my new camera.
I'd received my awesome Canon Rebel SXi just a few days before and was on fire taking pictures of just about everything. Once Jarrod got home from church I grabbed him and sat him on the couch to show him some pictures. I showed him pictures from lunch and pictures of the dog. The last picture on the roll was a positive test. I love that the tests that I got have the key right on them. One line - not pregnant. Two lines - pregnant. Jarrod started smiling really big and saying, "Really!? Really!?!?"
Yes! We're having a baby!
It's another reason why this blog is called What's Cookin' with the Johnstons. We're cooking in the kitchen and I'm cooking a baby!