So it seems that little piece of advice your local pharmacists gives all you ladies about antibiotics interfering with birth control is true. You’d think since I worked in pharmacy for 12 years I would have known this, but sometimes I just get stupid and forget things. Yes, I am pregnant, knocked up, with child, going to be a mommy. Bet you aren’t as shocked as we were!
We found out a little over a week ago. Peeing on a stick is very hard when your hand is shaking. My first test turned positive before I could even place it on the counter. That wasn’t good enough for me though, we went BACK to the store to get another test. This time I missed the stick all together and got about 2 to 3 drops on it, still positive. I honestly didn’t need the tests anyways, my body knew something was different.
Mitchell and I defiantly were not planning for a baby. He is finishing his last year of his undergraduate degree in Physics, I just started a new job 4 months ago. Bad timing. I started to feel better about things as people told us, there is never the perfect time to have a child. You are never prepared, there is never enough money.
The last week has been an emotional roller coaster. We broke the news to our families, which luckily they were all excited. See, my sister got knocked up a couple years ago out of wedlock. She is now happily married to her “baby’s daddy” and has the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. They just bought a new house btw! My family had already been through that shock. I’m glad they weren’t in too much shock, because I still was!
I cried for a week straight. I wasn’t crying because I was pregnant, because I don’t want a child, I didn’t know why the hell I was crying half the time. I’ve read this is normal the first trimester. Mitchell tried cheering me up once by stating: “Just think, you have a piece of me inside you”. I replied I was pretty sure that is what got us into this mess to begin with.
I’m just now getting over the shocked phase. I’m starting to get excited. I know it is still early. I know anything could happen. I don’t need to be told this again. I worry about it every day.
My first doctor’s appointment is October 29th. I already have a list of questions a mile long. Using an internet due date calculator, it seems I will be due the end of May and I am currently 6 weeks along. Funny, Mitchell graduates May 10th. I’ve been told I better not go into labor during his finals! I told him I’d keep my legs crossed, but after he got his diploma, it was fair game!
We are making several lifestyle changes. First and foremost, I’ve almost completely quit smoking. I had cut back taking the chantix, but never completely stopped smoking. I’ve read not to completely quit smoking, but to ween yourself off. Stopping cold turkey can throw your body, and the baby’s, into shock. I’m down to 4 or 5 a day and not even smoking a whole one when I do smoke. I’ve also cut the caffeine down. Instead of gallons of diet mt dew a day, I’m drinking decaf tea, juice, water and milk. We have also cut down on spending. Instead of going out to eat, we cook at home. The savings is a pack of diapers!
So now I have someone else to put first. There is no room to be selfish now. It’s all about the baby. Luckily I also have Mitchell who has been taking wonderful care of me! He has been helping around the house, cooking dinner, and more than anything, just telling me everything is going to be ok.
I’m pretty much the luckiest girl in the whole wide world right now!