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.
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I didn’t get married until I was 37 and my chances at getting pregnant without assistance were pretty minimal due to fertility issues. I had been on fertility drugs for two months and had been using an ovulation test to see when I was ovulating. That month, it never showed I had ovulated, so I figured I had missed it. I was 10 days late, which wasn’t unusual for me and I was trying not to get my hopes up. My husband rubbed up against me the morning before and my breasts were so tender it made me wince in pain. He asked if I could be pregnant and I told him I guessed there was a chance. The next morning, I waited for everyone to leave and I took the test. It was positive. I couldn’t believe it! I was crying I was so excited. I called my husband and told him while he was on his way to work. I just couldn’t wait to tell him until he got home. He was in shock!
When we got pregnant the second time, without fertility drugs and without trying, it was quite a shock to both of us!
I took a pregnancy test on Christmas morning; wrapped it up (positive!) and put it in my husband’s stocking!
When I got pregnant this last time, I took the test and handed the positive stick to Marco and said “congratulations, daddy.” And then I said, “if it’s twins, I’m going to kick your ass! I’ll kick your ass, your mom’s ass, your whole family’s asses” Well, I guess I had a feeling from the very start, since twins are all over his family tree. Ha! When the ultrasound confirmed it, he couldn’t even speak!
Home pregnancy tests had just recently become available when I got pregnant with my third child in 1988. It wasn’t even a pee stick- it was a test tube and you had to add drops of some kind of chemical to the test tube and if it went blue within 3 minutes, it was positive. I remember being terrified of being pregnant again. My second pregnancy had ended in miscarriage, my third pregnancy ended with a healthy baby but the pregnancy was very difficult with me being in and out of the hospital with major bleeding, a small abruption of the placenta throughout the pregnancy. I was so scared to do that test that I waited until I was 10 days late. I finally gathered up the courage and peed in the little bottle- put the pee into the tube and added the chemical. BLUE- right now- no waiting 3 minutes for that one!
Funny, I blogged about this very thing today. I’m not even late and I’m taking tests. Haha. Wish me luck!
I was a few days late, took a test, and it was negative. So I refused to take another test, even though I still hadn’t started my period! When I was two weeks late, a co worker bought me a test, and gave it to me, making me promise to pee on it. I refused to pee until the morning, so the test would be MOST accurate!
In the morning, I woke up early, when it was still dark. I tried to turn on the light in the bathroom, but the power was out! So I took the test by flashlight!! When it was positive, I went running into the bedroom, almost blinding my husband waking him up with the flashlight and almost deafening him with my screaming!