I am pregnant! … again. Just the month after the previous embryo failed to attach, this one has had more luck. Strangely, I haven’t been as confident about this conception as I was about the previous unsuccessful one. I felt the implantation take place just as last time, but this time it was crampy and quite painful…and it has been ever since.
I didn’t have patience to wait for the date of my missed period, so I did a pregnancy test. It was one of those traditional sticks. (Traditional, but very simple to use.)
It was too early and it came back negative. Then, thinking that if the tester strip got exposed to pregnancy hormones in the urine at any point, it still might react and show a result, I peed on the same stick again and again, once a day, over the next 3 days… just in case. Gross, I know and I was wrong! Don’t follow my example- buy a new stick for each test, it only works once!
Then on the day that I missed my period, I tried Boots’ digital pregnancy test.
Except I didn’t read the instructions- weed on the wrong end of the cartilage, plugged it in the wrong way into the holder, then wondered why it didn’t want to work. I tried again, still no luck. “So isn’t it like those insulin tester strips that I’ve seen diabetics use?” I wondered. …well almost, but not quite!
Eventually I read the instructions, while I kept on having to send Littlins out of the bathroom, “because Mummy is on the loo!”. After reading it about 3 times, I finally made sense of it. Aha!!! It really is simple once you get it. I think I was just being thick, because I was nervous.
By this time I had peed 3 times in short succession. Could I still squeeze out enough for a test? Hmm, there was no way I could wait any longer, so I sure hoped that I could! I decided to pee in a cup so I captured every drop. A quick rummage in the kitchen to find something suitable and I ended up with an old, clean washing powder measuring cup. (No, it didn’t make its way back to the kitchen after, but into the bin!)
Now to break out my last test strip. Poke it in the measuring cup and count to 20. Then reread the instructions, follow them to the letter and put the cartilage the right way around into the digital holder. Then 3 long minutes of wait! Ahhhh!
That’s when Little Man came in “I need a wee mummy!”, a quick scurry to put all evidence out of sight. … ‘cause all you need at this point is little people asking lots of Why? What’s that? questions, isn’t it?! When he’s done, he is ushered out of the sanctuary, (that’s not such a sanctuary once you have kids) and the 3 minutes have passed… I look…It says…Pregnant!
I took a picture with my phone and sent it to Oh-so-lovely-Daddy. He was travelling, somewhere between the Netherlands, Belgium and Manchester… I loose track sometimes. I then waited for his response, only to call him an hour later to find he couldn’t pick up his messages or talk to me, he was boarding a flight. “Ahhhh, I need to talk to him! I can’t keep this news to myself!”
That evening Oh-so-lovely-Daddy called back and we finally talked. “Is it for real this time?”, was our question to each other. Well only time will tell!
That was just couple of weeks ago. Since then we have cautiously told some friends and family. Yes, things can still go wrong and I decided I want the support around me if it does… but actually I am trying to not dwell on what could go wrong, but stay positive.
I feel congratulations are too early at this point, or is that just because of my recent miscarriage?
When did you tell friends and family?
Was it different for your 1st child and subsequent children?