I've been quiet lately because it has taken everything inside me to keep our secret. Two and half weeks ago, right after we returned from Chicago I came down with a stomach bug. I didn't go to school one day and the next day I went, but I had to leave right after I got there. I knew something was not right so I went straight to the Quick Care Clinic. After discussing several of my symptoms, it was recommended that I take a pregnancy test just to be on the safe side. I said that was fine but it was not that. I was sure I was not pregnant because I had not been ovulating since October. I already had an appointment concerning this scheduled for Feb. 10th and I had taken several home pregnancy tests since November (all of them negative). I wasn't sure if I was even going to be able to have children that is why I had the appointment scheduled. So when she recommended the test I just shrugged it off as nothing. She put a few drops on the test, turned around took my temperature, pulse, etc. Then she took a look at the test, turned around again, and said "Yep, you're pregnant." I almost fell off of the table that I was sitting on. I was completely blown away. She reassured me that everything was going to be alright and then she offered to call my doctor to see if I could get in for an appointment that day since I was already off work. It's funny how quick you can get in when your not actually the person calling. I was told to come right on over. Now, this did not leave me many options of telling Bryan the news. I had to call him on my way over to the OB! Boy, he wasn't expecting that phone call at work. :)
My doctor thought I could have been as much as 14 weeks along so he decided that we needed to do an ultrasound. Within a few seconds they figured out it was more like 5 weeks (thank goodness) but that there was possibly not one gestational sac but two. One had a yolk sac in it but the other didn't. This could have meant that one tried to develop but didn't, it might not have been anything, or it could mean fraternal twins. They decided they could find out more in about 10 days when the heartbeat should be present by then and they could estimate a more accurate due date. So they didn't congratulate me because I think they thought it was too early (most people don't get a ultrasound that early anyway they said) and they didn't want to get my hopes up. I left feeling overwhelmed and I had a feeling the next 10 days were going to be the longest of my life.
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