You are pregnant!

Bringing a child into this world is a difficult thing to do.  From the beginning, everything about who you are as an individual changes.  My story takes so many twists and turns it makes your head spin.  So, I decided to right a series of blogs about my experience.  Most of my friends know about all of these things, but not all of them. 

Steve and I thought I would never be able to get pregnant.  We had gone through several channels to try, but nothing seemed to work.  We gave up.  Then, in December of 2008, my gynecologist found a polyp in my cervix.  He scheduled surgery to remove it, and while I was in surgery, he found a giant polyp in my uterus.  These polyps grew in a year’s time.   While I was recovering from surgery, Steve and I were vetoed from sex.  Apparently, this surgery can make you highly fertile.  We did as we were told.  That sucked.  Well, as soon as we were given the green light, life as normal resumed.

We had been in the process of becoming adoptive parents through The Alabama Department of Human Resources.  I would love to tell you that this process was a simple smooth experience, but it was not.  It could be, but for us, it was just lots of road blocks and unreturned calls.  We pressed forward in hopes the nightmare of becoming approved would end.

In the meantime, March of 2009 rolled around, and my friend Beverly invited me to a women’s conference at a local church.  Though I couldn’t make the whole weekend, I agreed to go to the Friday night service.  That day, I had this crazy urge to cut all my hair off.  I’ve had long hair for most of my life, and I wanted a change.  So, against my stylist’s advice, I said, “chop it off!”  She did, and I loved it.

I got home, changed, and left for the conference.  During one of the breaks, I started thinking.  All of a sudden, I looked over at my friend and said, “You know, I’m 3 days late!”.  In her calm capable way, she told me to just be patient and wait.  The next day, still no period.   Not even a sign of a period!  I was so itchy to take a test, but my husband told me to just be patient and wait.   I am surrounded by level headed people…geeze!   On Sunday morning, I just couldn’t wait anymore.  So, without my husband’s knowledge, I took a test.  The pregnant line was so faint, you needed a magnifying glass to see it, but it was vibrant to me.  You see, I had looked at a bundle of negative tests over the years that left me in a crying mess on the bathroom floor.

In my fantasies of this moment, I had imagined all types of cool ways to tell Steve I was knocked up.  Nice dinners, flowers with, “your going to be a daddy, again!” on them, and many other fantastic ideas.  However, after I saw the line, all I could do was shout, “STEVE, STEVE, STEVE…come HERE NOW!!!!!!”.  I think I may have freaked him out.  He ran in the room like the house was on fire.  Poor guy, in this state of urgency, had a pregnancy test shoved in his face with me saying, “THERE’S A LINE, RIGHT?  DO YOU SEE IT?????”   I was jumping from foot to foot waiting on his response.  He stared at the thing forever.  Then he said, “You know, I think it is!  Take another one!”.   I did as I was told.  Where all that pee came from, I do not know.  Again, the faint line was there, but a bit stronger.

The excitement quickly turned to fear.  Oh, God, help me, I’m pregnant.  “Oh no…It’s there now, and it’s going to have to come out.  That’s gonna hurt.”  Funny,huh?  The one thing I had already started freaking out about was delivery.  Then I thought, “Is it a boy or a girl?”  In the furry, we called everybody.  We love to spread happy news.

I called the doctor’s office on Monday, and they said to come on in for blood tests.  While there, they did another test.  The line was very light.  “Well, you could be pregnant.” was the response from the nurse.  What????  I was in tears.  She told me not to freak out.  The blood test results weren’t going to be back until Wednesday, so we had to wait.  Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.  The story of my life.

Tuesday, I received a phone call.  “Mrs. Calvert, I am happy to inform you that you have been approved as adoptive parents!”.  I thought, “You have to be kidding me.”  I told the lady I was excited, but it seemed as though my chances of being pregnant were high, and we would have to wait to start the search for a child.

Wednesday:  Once the blood tests came back, we were again told to wait.  The levels were not where they were supposed to be.  More tears.  More needles.  More blood tests.  Then, finally, on the following Monday, we were told we were good to go!  You are definitely pregnant!  We were excited and called everybody again.

Little did I know what was in store for my body.  Little did I know how my life would never be the same.  Little did I know that the worry I had in my past was nothing compared to the worry I would have as a mother.  Little did I know about a lot.

The following 10 months were wonderful and interesting and scary.  I’ll be covering the entire story over the next few blogs.  

Keep in mind, my pregnancy and birth was out of the normal by quite a bit.  I’m not sure it will be something a pregnant woman would want to read, but for all other women, it is interesting testimony of how a woman’s body can go crazy. It is also a testimony as to how strong the female body truly is. Women…we are beasts!

 

The journey continues HERE!