The fact of the matter is that John and I started trying for another baby in April. On day thirty-two I got my period. THIRTY-TWO! Talk about being certain you were pregnant and then being totally disappointed. Looking back now, though, I realize that I knew I wasn't pregnant. I had been spotting for a few days before I got my full-blown period. Of course at one point I was also pretty sure I had an ectopic pregnancy but that is a totally different story (I have a tendency to get a little crazy when it comes to getting, and being, pregnant).
Anyway, I didn't really think that it would but when my period was later and later I was hoping that just maybe . . . .
It was the first month that I had been off the pill this time around so I wasn't sure how long my natural cycle really was. When we were trying the first time I think it was around 30ish days. Prior to going on the pill I had a very erratic cycle so I've never been what you would call "normal" when it came to that. (Cue the smart ass comments about not being normal anyway, etc. . . .)
With O it took us 3 months to get pregnant. Not long at all though at the time I was very frustrated. I've learned A LOT more about fertility and infertility and having seen the experiences that many of my friends have had I will NEVER complain about it taking three months to get pregnant again.
So we moved on to month of trying number two. I am one of those women who can feel ovulation (at least I'm pretty sure that's what it is). It comes at the right time to be ovulation pain so I'm going with that. Anyway, I feel the pain, we do what we have to do but to be safe I like to throw in a couple extra for good measure to make sure we don't miss anything. Of course, John's back decides to give him hell at the most inopportune time. Month two pretty much out the window.
Or so I thought.
Along with being one of the lucky ones who feels ovulation I am also one of those that feels implantation. I did with Olivia and now I know I felt it this time too. It feels like menstrual cramps and only lasts about an hour if that. I got that cramping on Sunday, June 13 (about 10 days past ovulation) and was pretty sure I was pregnant at that point but it was only day 25 and I told myself I was going to wait until the following Monday to take a test because then that would be day 33.
I made it to Thursday.
After I got home from work with O I took the test. Three minutes later I had a positive result. Holy crap!
Then began the debate as to how and when to tell John. I wanted to get a t-shirt for O to wear that said "I'm the Big Sister" and put her in it on Father's Day. Okay, so I'm all set.
Fast forward to about 5:45 a.m. on Friday (the next day!) and both J and I are awake for some reason. I choose this time to tell him that I was pregnant. I wanted to tell him before he took the first part of his C.P.S.M. so that he'd be in a good mood but at the same time I wanted to wait so he wouldn't have other things on his mind. He reassured me that he was glad I told him and that he wanted to know earlier rather than later.
Later that day I returned 4 bottles of wine that I had gotten at the BevMo 5 cent sale. So sad, but this would be the only reason to return wine as far as I'm concerned.
So, there you go. And, oh yeah, it's twins!