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Pregnancy in the Military – Part One

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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!

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5 thoughts on “Pregnancy in the Military – Part One”

  1. Congrats! No matter how it happens darlin’ it’s still good news! Can’t wait to read part II!

  2. This brought tears to my eyes! How exciting! My daughter just turned a year old and I remember the days I took the test like it was yesterday. A Child is a blessing always! Can’t wait to read part two… and…. CONGRATS!!!

  3. This brought tears to my eyes! How exciting! My daughter just turned a year old and I remember the days I took the test like it was yesterday. A Child is a blessing always! Can’t wait to read part two… and…. CONGRATS!!!

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