AM I pregnant again???
A couple of weekends ago my husband and I left our 5-month-old daughter in the
capable hands of my mother and left for our anniversary and my husband's 31st
birthday (and our first extended leave from our new daughter). We traveled up
north from our home and stayed overnight on the ocean. We had a lovely room
in an inn within walking distance from a nice restaurant. All in all it was a
lovely two days but the return ride home was terrible! Half of the way home I
thought the sky looked a little grim and, having lived in the tornado belt
when I was younger, I asked my husband to turn on the radio. He thought I was
over reacting as usual but complied. Not ten minutes later did the national
warning beep come on and a radio reporter announced, a bit too calmly in my
opinion in my state of paranoid hysteria, that a tornado had been spotted on
the ground in the town where my mother and little girl were! I could have wet
my pants right there! My husband, calm man that he was, drove ninety-miles-
an-hour (no kidding) all the way home and through the tail of another tornado!
I have never been the same!
Well, anyway, the weekend was memorable, a bit more memorable than we first
thought. As it turns out we may have brought home a memento of our trip after
all...I think I am pregnant!!! I have to wait a few more days to do a home
test.
June 25, 1998
Yet another home test is negative! With Olivia, my tests weren't positive
until two weeks or so later. I cannot wait that long.
June 26, 1998
I couldn't stand it any longer. I called my primary Doc and very firmly
"requested" a STAT blood level. No normal two-day waiting period was going to
do it for me!!! NO sir! I was at the blood drawing office not two minutes
after he told me he'd fax the script.
My husband picked today of all days to come home early and I hadn't told him
about the test. He was down in the basement when the phone rang. It was the
office and the nurse sounded ready to burst. "SO, I hear congratulations are
in order" she says. "They are?" I replied a bit lamely.
I am officially pregnant!!!! I met my husband at the top of the stairs and
told him. He was a bit stunned. The prospect of fatherhood is a shocking
switch to a brain that has been wrapped up in the intricacies of laundry and
the proper bleach-to-water ratio for the last twenty minutes. Perhaps the
romantic dinner and fireplace scenario will work for our next child...
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