Today I am ten and a half weeks pregnant.
I keep very close track of my pregnancies. I can remember when I was pregnant with Anna, Lynette and I worked for the same company, different departments. She and I had offices next to each other, she was pregnant the same time as me. I would always say “how many weeks are you now?“ And she would have no idea. She’d laugh and say “um…I don’t know, I’m like six months.”
I needed more information than that. After awhile she stole a due date predictor wheel from her OB’s office just to keep me better informed. She’s such a good girl.
I found out I was pregnant this time around one week before my period was due. I just knew in my heart there was a baby beginning it’s journey inside of me. It was a sunny Sunday morning and I woke up feeling so light and hopeful. We readied ourselves for church, in the car I whispered to Brian “I should take a test.“ Knowing how early that was, he encouraged me not to take a test. “You’ll just get a negative result and then you’ll keep trying and trying and trying.”
In other words, he was telling me not to waste money.
I was in such a good mood, I didn’t mind what he was saying. While at church I sat there, beside my family and thought to myself “my family is here, all five of us.” I just knew. We went grocery shopping and I was in a very good mood. Brian still remembers that trip because I was in THAT good of a mood. (note to self: be in a good mood more often.) Up until that day I was certain we would not be pregnant, but something happened over night, I woke up just knowing I was pregnant.
We came home and I made lunch. After a few minutes I went upstairs and took a test, it was awesomely positive. I came downstairs and showed it to Brian, he was shocked that I had actually taken the test ONE WEEK before my period was due, but was so happy that it was positive.
It was a really good day.
I knew it would be.