|A faint line is still a line.|
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
AJ and Samuel + Emily = 4
Around the time Samuel was 7 months old we decided it was time to start trying for baby #2. I was still nursing Samuel and I continued to nurse him until he was a year old. I was missing periods all the time because of nursing, so we bought tons of Dollar Tree pregnancy tests, thinking that I might be pregnant. They were always negative. In the beginning part of me was glad; I didn’t feel quite ready for pregnancy again. It was completely selfish of me, and I am a little ashamed to admit it. Especially, when I know women who would give almost anything for a positive test, and I was secretly happy about negatives.
Around the time Samuel was 10 months old, I started to get anxious that I wasn’t pregnant yet. Was something wrong with me? I knew that nursing could be a pretty effective birth control method for some women- was I one of those women? During this time my awesome sister-in-law, Amanda, came to live with us, and while she was living with us she had a dream. Her dream was that before she moved out, in a couple months, we would announce that we were pregnant. In our original game plan we were planning on having baby #2 about 2 to 3 months after Samuel turned one. That was obviously was not going to happen; seeing how I wasn’t even pregnant yet.
We waited until Samuel was a year old and we decided to wean him. Hoping that would help me to become pregnant. Samuel’s birthday came and went in a blink of an eye, and we still weren’t pregnant … but I was late. I really didn’t want to take a test because I just knew that it was going to be negative- they always were. AJ managed to convince me and the first test that we took was … negative. I knew it. This happened every time. After a couple days had past, AJ wanted to try again. I wondered why he wanted to waste a perfectly good pregnancy test because I already knew what the result was going to be. But I took another test, and it came up … negative. I threw the stupid test in the bathroom trash can on my way to tell AJ the results.
A few minutes later I found myself in the bathroom again, and for some strange reason I decided to check the test results again. So, I pulled the pregnancy test back out of the trash can. (Side note: I don’t usually dig around in the garbage, unless I am fishing for the phone or keys. I was a little surprised with myself.) When I looked at the results this time there was the faintest second line … positive. I was shocked. I took it out to show AJ and he started dancing around the kitchen singing, “A positive’s a positive! A positive’s a positive!”
I was still a little skeptical, but hopeful at this point. I wanted to know FOR SURE that I was indeed pregnant. So the next day September 9, 2011, I made AJ drive me to the Woman’s Clinic in Pleasant Grove. Looking back now that was kind of silly because I just pee in a cup, and they do the same thing we could have done. Nonetheless, my test came back positive again! I was, in fact, 6 weeks pregnant and due on May 1, 2012.