I took the test the night before my birthday in early April. It had only been a week and a half since I had dropped my husband off at the airport to go back to Iraq from his R&R. I was just getting used to not having him around again when the anxiety started up.
I was planning on waiting another week before I took the test. I’m a big advocate of charting your cycles and knew that to get the best results, I should wait. Yet for the week after he left I was starting to feel different. You know, sleeping much more, temperature was higher, and just feeling… different. Add to that, everyone saying that I would get pregnant on R&R. Well, it just raised my anxiety levels up a notch.
So I decided on that Sunday to go to Wal-Mart (I didn’t want to be caught in the PX by someone I know!) and buy a pack of pregnancy tests. I stood in the aisle, trying to decide. It had to be one that had early detection, but not super expensive, and it had to have a couple tests in there, just to be sure. I found the best option with three tests and bought it, heading home. It was nighttime and I knew the proper thing to do was to wait until morning to take the test, but really, can you blame me? My heart was pounding and I needed relief!
It wouldn’t have been a surprise to me if I were pregnant. I stopped taking birth control as soon as my husband had left in July last year in preparation for him to be home. That was our plan – to try when he got back. We never really approached the R&R issue, though, until right before he came home. Once we were in the heat of things, so to speak, we took the stance of “if it happens, it happens!” I kept reassuring him, saying that there was no way I would get pregnant. I had been charting for months, and I didn’t think it could happen this cycle. There was no way!
Well, I took the test and left it in the bathroom while I paced around the house to keep busy. When I went back to check, there it was. Two faint pink lines. It happened.
All logic left me. I hurriedly called my best friend.
“I took a test,” I said. “I couldn’t handle it anymore. I took a test and I need you to confirm it for me. I’m going to send you a picture.”
I hung up, snapped a photo, sent it off and waited impatiently for a message back.
“If I were to guess, I would say that is a positive! It’s usually at this point where I go out and get a digital test to get a sure answer.”
Yikes! It was starting. I stowed away the test for future reference and then decided to take another in the morning, to be sure. I slept fitfully and woke early on my birthday to another positive test. I had a couple options, but decided the best was to go to the doctor’s as soon as possible to get a blood test. And yes, that came out positive too.
“Relax!” the nurse told me after I commented my blood pressure was probably high from anxiety. “You’re going to be a mama!”
Oh my goodness, I thought, and still think. We’re having a baby!