My name is Steff. I'm a 29 (otherwise known as not yet 30) married girl living in Saint Paul, Minnesota. My husband and I were married last Spring and we decided to start trying to have a baby this Spring (after dismissing the idea of waiting to be married for a year officially). We've been together for 9 years so this arbitrary date in our minds was kind of dumb.
So, we tried. After our first unsuccessful month of trying and not getting pregnant, I, of course like any rational 29 year old girl thought I was infertile and unable to have children. I ran out and bought an ovulation kit to use after my period was done. I don't know if anyone else experienced problems with those over the counter kits but I had a hard time getting a result that was positive. Which led me to believe that I somehow didn't ovulate even though I knew that wasn't true. I tend to overthink things just a little bit.
In comes the plan. I decided that we would try every other day and every day while I am ovulating (best guess from the kit) which my husband agreed to for me and well for obvious reasons. No one tells you that it's hard to try this much - and I like to try, I really like to try but somehow it's still a little tiring and stressful.
Jump forward to May 20th, 2011. I'm sitting at work and my stomach is rumbling loudly which is odd for me so I googled it and the first thing to come up is "pregnancy symptom". I had so far done a really great job convicing myself that we weren't going to be pregnant this month and to not be disappointed. Well now I had reason to hope. Google had confirmed it was a possibly symptom for early pregnancy!
I didn't say anything to my husband that night after work and decided I would get up early on Saturday and take a test (thank god for 2 packs). Our first wedding anniversary was Sunday and I had visions of telling him Happy Anniversary honey - we're going to have a baby! It would be sweet and slightly dramatic.
Saturday morning - I wake up at like 6 in the morning and remember about my plan. I stumble out of bed into the bathroom and start to open the test that is so well sealed that I start to have to really go by the time I get it open. I pee on it (and if I'm being honest the toilet seat as well, I have horrible aim) and set the test on the edge of the tub in between the shower curtain and liner so I can't stare at it.
I got up to look at the clock since I didn't yet have glasses or contacts in. 3 minutes. I read a magazine and tried to prep myself for the worst. The previous month I found myself crying in the bathroom over the negative result. Yes, I'm a crier but I always expect too much and then get disappointed.
I walked over to the test and picked it up.
SHUT UP!
I couldn't believe it. The smile on my face was ear to ear. I tip-toed back into the bedroom to grab my glasses. I slipped them on and darted back to the bathroom. There was most definitely two lines. I was pregnant!
After shaking my hands around like I was doing the hokey-pokey I hid the test in the medicine chest and went downstairs to watch TV. I was going to wait and tell him the next day on our anniversary. I mean, how sweet would that be?
Mitch woke up at 8 and I walked upstairs to talk to him. He was going to the bathroom (yes, we're one of those couples) and I asked how he slept. He said good and then started talking about a movie trailer that he watched online the previous day. My husband and I both went to school for film and this is a pretty regular conversation around the house. He jabbered on and on and finally asked "What's with you?" I said "What?" intelligently. "You have this weird look on your face." I tried (and I mean tried) to wipe the smile off my face but I couldn't. It was stuck there.
He walked back into the bedroom to grab his glasses and I decided I couldn't wait. I grabbed the test out and set it on the bathroom counter. He walked back into the bathroom and kept talking about this movie trailer ( I think Captain America not that it matters at all). He didn't see it. For like 4 minutes. Finally I grabbed his head in my hands and directed it to the test.
He looked at it, looked at me, smiled so widely that my heart was just pounding. He picked me up off my feet and said "We did it, kid" and kissed me.
He's pretty much the best husband ever!
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