Well that was quick

So it appears that my request to get pregnant quickly was approved by the pregnancy gods.  After literally only one cycle in which my husband and I were TTC, I have a positive pregnancy test.

 It truly was unexpected.  I really believed it would take a few months before I would get a positive test.  Hell, just last week I took a test that was negative.  It was the day my period was supposed to come, but because it hadn’t been coming on time for the past few months, I expected it to be negative.  Several days went by without an appearance from Aunt Flo and then my boobs REALLY started to hurt like they never had before.  So I took another test about a week after the first one (totally not expecting it it to be positive) and BAM.  Pregnant.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that it would happen this quickly.  Especially given my reproductive system history…

At the age of 12 (before I even started menstruating), I got my first ovarian cyst.  From then through around age 14, I had four or five laporoscopies for cysts and endometriosis.  Apparently a nurse with one of my gynecologists told my mother that I would probably have a hard time getting pregnant because of how young my problems started.  That stuck with me for all of these past 20+ years.  I really did believe that I would end up having to consult with a fertility specialist.  I am happy to say that nurse was wrong.

I could not wait to tell my husband.  I was off work that day and we were meeting for a late afternoon viewing of Captain America: The Winter Soldier (a very good movie, by the way).  We met in the parking lot of the movie theater and I surprised him with the news.  His response?  “I told you this was going to happen!” (meaning that we would get pregnant quickly)  Though we had decided together that we were going to start trying now, he was still a bit freaked out by the news.  He then asked my why I couldn’t wait to tell him until AFTER the movie so he wouldn’t be distracted.  I later told him that I considered that and figured he would be unhappy that I waited to tell him (to which he responded, “good point”).  He continued to be freaked out for the rest of the night, but his anxiety soon dissipated and now he is just very happy and very excited, and I am right there with him.

Though I am excited, I’m trying to temper it, knowing that it is still early and that there is still a risk of miscarriage.  But for now, we wait for my first prenatal appointment.  I had no idea they made you wait until your 8^th week for an appointment.  I always assumed you went in right away to have the pregnancy confirmed by a blood test or something.  Guess it’s time for me to get that “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” book, huh?