I found out I was pregnant on Sept. 18, 2011. I had returned from a weekend trip to my home town where I was celebrating the town's festivities with family and friends. I knew I could be pregnant because that was the goal. I just kept thinking that it hadn't happened yet so it probably wasn't so now. Finally, late that Sunday night I decided to take the test I had taken every month for a few months now. By now I didn't expect much because for some reason I thought I would get pregnant the first month of trying. When the lines turned it looked like it was indicating I was pregnant but I thought the lines were too faint and wouldn't accept the results. I took the test down stairs to my husband and asked what he thought it was indicating. He, almost without any emotion, replied, "it looks like you are pregnant." Even still I would not accept it. I made my husband go to the store and buy a test that would spell out P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T. I took that test and sure enough it spelled it out for me. Now, this is usually where people who are trying to get pregnant get overly excited about the news. I did not. I was still having a hard time believing it was actually happening and now I was doomed (in a manner of having to actually figure out what I swore off for my entire life). I decided to call my mom even though it was like 11:00 pm and I knew she was in bed. She answered and we spoke very briefly. It didn't take her long to spread the news to my sister (who was also pregnant but she had been trying for years).
Since I had never paid any attention to babies and children, other than to observe why I never wanted one for myself, I had no idea what to do from here. I was completely out of my comfort zone. At first I thought I was invincible because I felt no signs of being pregnant. I had found out about as soon as a person can so it hadn't really kicked in yet. That didn't take long. I had morning sickness, although, I am not sure who came up with the idea it was only in the morning. This was an all day event. Before I got pregnant I decided that being pregnant my last year of graduate school would be fine. Even though I had to complete 700 hours towards my practicum and internship. Let me tell you, this is a hard thing to do when you are nauseous 24-7 on top of working my regular job. I soon found that in order to complete my hours by May 2012 and graduate I would need to quit my job. And so I did. I also came to the realization that my due date was May 31st 2012 which was 2 weeks after my last class. No big deal right? Wrong. My last class was only offered once a year for a full week 8-5 in May and I had to go and stay in a different city to attend the class. If I missed it I would have to wait a whole other year just to graduate! I stressed and stressed and stressed over this. I tried everything I could to negotiate with my department but they were not able to help. Many people assured me that I probably wouldn't got into labor until I was full term. I realized this was probably true but that even the possibility of it happening that one week I needed it not to was stress enough for me. After months of stressing I finally accepted that there was nothing to be done but wait and see. Incidentally, my practicum portion (which is only 100 hours) took longer to complete because of the constant nausea. I don't handle nausea very well at all. My supervisors were very understanding and seeing as I wasn't getting paid I had no real obligation to be there all the time. My "morning" sickness lasted for 5 months! I know there are people who had it worse than me because I didn't lose any weight or have to be put on a I.V or anything. I just spent my days putting in my internship hours and then going home and laying down for the rest of the day. My husband got so tired of seeing me just lay there and I wasn't on bed rest. I have some comical stories as a result of my extreme nausea but I will spare you from those.
The rest of my pregnancy went extremely well. No problems. Once my belly developed the only problem was the usual problems. Just being uncomfortable and looking huge. I had the swollen fingers and my feet started really swelling up towards the end of the pregnancy. We were so eager to find out the sex of the baby that I went to a clinic just to get an ultra sound to find out at 17 weeks rather than at my doctors appointment at 20 weeks. It's a boy! We were so excited. My husband kept thinking it would be a girl and I never had any feelings one way or the other. I assumed it would have to be a boy since way more boys are produced on my husband's side of the family. I was relived it was a boy. I can barely handle being a girl myself let a lot raising a one. I get along much better with boys. Now the challenge was coming up with a name. We didn't decide on that until the week he was born. I ended up making it through my last class without a hitch. And, 2 weeks later my son was born.
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