I got my BFP (big fat positive) on November 17, 2008. Oh. My. God. How could this have happened? OK, well, I KNOW how this happened. So many thoughts flooded my head – What would I say to Tarzan?
We weren’t exactly “trying” and this is a very big surprise. What about the drinks I had this past weekend? I was buzzed. There was also that night that I took a laxative tea to get things moving. What about randomly going ice skating and falling down? Oh. My. God. I’m pregnant.
How is it possible…that I was on birth control pills since I was 18 years old and I never became pregnant before? Well, I know the answer to that question too. Damn. I wasn’t exactly the best at remembering to take my BCP (birth control pills). But, I didn’t just start being flaky with taking my pills. I mean, shoot, I’ve been flaky about it all of these years.
I’m pretty sure that this thing I’m going to be sharing my body with was conceived on Halloween. I remember it so vividly too. We were going to a Halloween party and there was a small window before friends would be at our house. Naturally, we took advantage of this window (clearly not knowing that something would come out of it) and had sex. I distinctly remember telling my husband, “I haven’t taken my pill in a couple of days, so remind me to take it when we are done.”
Usually that statement alone would be enough to abstain from sex, but no, not us. In fact, once we were done, we went to a neighborhood Halloween party, had drinks, and come back home to wait for friends to pick us up before going out. No birth control pill entered my body that night. Actually I have no idea if I took it the next day either. I guess I wasn’t too concerned with becoming knocked up.
Fast forward to peeing on a stick on November 17th. By this time I had a feeling that I was pregnant, despite my past attempts at peeing on a stick and seeing a negative sign. I just felt different. I felt pretty confident that I was pregnant, even though I hoped that I wasn’t. My past attempts at peeing on a stick included three different times and three different sticks. All negative.
Everything changed on November 17th though.
Tarzan was out running errands. One of my friends was in town, but she was out at a work meeting. It was just me and the pregnancy test and I felt ready to see one more negative sign to prove to myself that I wasn’t pregnant. I pulled the test out, read the directions for the millionth time (not like this process is complicated), and sat down on the toilet to pee.
Is it just me or are these things hard to pee on? I got a large amount of urine all over my hand while trying to get it on the stick for five seconds. Gross.
I decided that I was going to put the test on the floor for the three minutes it needed to process. Wouldn’t you know that the second I stopped peeing on the stick I immediately saw the plus sign. Of course I started freaking out, and sadly it was not in a good way. I started bawling my eyes out and even shaking. I was a total mess. It was bad. I didn’t know what to do exactly. I kept on going back to look at the pregnancy test and the plus sign was still there.
I sat on the couch, cuddled my dog, and debated over calling Tarzan. Was it worth calling him freaking out while he was out? Shouldn’t I just wait until he got home? Well I didn’t have to make that decision because the phone started ringing and it was Tarzan.
Immediately he knew that something was wrong by hearing my voice. Being the baby I am, I just started crying hysterically and told him that I was supposed to get my period, but it didn’t come. I ended up blurting it all out – I’m pregnant. I took a test. Plus sign. What the hell are we going to do?
He tried his best to calm me down (and it worked) and then he came home. He stayed on the phone with me the whole way home, which I needed. When he came home he gave me a big hug and said that everything would be ok.
Yes, we weren’t trying.
Yes, we didn’t have maternity insurance.
But everything would work out and be all right. Even though I told him that he didn’t know everything would be okay, I decided not to put up any more of a fight and just go with it. Everything would work out as it should.
After our talk, we made our way to the bedroom and did what got us into this predicament in the first place. And, it was different. A good different.
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