Just shortly after our one year anniversary, my husband and I began our journey to try to get pregnant and start a family. Little did we know how long it would take for me to actually conceive or how many pregnancy tests I’d be buying and taking.
I still remember the very first pregnancy test that I took. I bought it at Formerly Known As Thrifty’s. I felt nervous, excited, happy, scared, thrilled and terrified all at once. We had “tried” pretty much every single day and every single night. (TMI? Sorry! But it’s true) Surely, the test was going to be positive! I peed, dipped the stick into the cup and waited. (Because back in The Olden Days– as my daughter says– we had to wait an entire THREE minutes for the results.) Negative. Not pregnant. Or! Maybe the test was wrong?
Because I was a day late, I just had to be pregnant! I bought another test and took it the next day. The results were the same. Not pregnant. This story repeated itself for the next what felt like ten years, but was about nine months. Every month, if I didn’t start the day I was supposed to, I’d go buy another test. And for nine months the test was negative.
But then, one day it happened. I was one day late. I pulled out a pregnancy test from the bottom of the bathroom cabinet, peed and waited. Two lines appeared. IT WAS POSITIVE. I ran out of the bathroom screaming, crying, laughing all at the same time. “I’M PREGNANT! THE TEST IS POSITIVE. WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” I showed him the pregnancy test. He hugged me. We were so thrilled.
Finally, it happened. And then I did what any reasonable person who just found out they were pregnant would do. I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door to my mom’s house with the pregnancy test that I had just peed on in my hand. When I arrived at my parent’s house, I ran through the door, stick held high in the air, shouting “I’m pregnant!” And after everyone congratulated me, they made fun of me for the rest of the night for bringing my pee stick with me.
The next day, I scheduled an appointment with my doctor to confirm that the test was correct. It was. I was pregnant. And for the next two years, I didn’t buy a single pregnancy test.
Do you have a Pee on the Stick story you’d like to share? I’d love to hear it!