Father’s Day 2013

Happy Father’s Day, Nathan ­čÖé

We're pregnant!

I’ve always been a little paranoid about getting pregnant. Fertility kind of runs in the family. I don’t know how many times my mom recounted “Of course we wanted you, we just had you a little sooner than we planned.” So I’ve never been disillusioned into thinking pregnancy wasn’t always a possibility. Sex = Pregnant, Birth Control =┬áprobably┬ánot pregnant.

This lead to my paranoia which manifested itself in ways such as looking up┬áearly┬ásigns of pregnancy the day before I was supposed to get my period, convincing myself I must be pregnant and going so far as to take a pregnancy test ‘just to be sure.’ The irony being that after I took my test I would notice I had already started bleeding.

Nathan found this quite comical.

This time around was different. I wasn’t even aware I was supposed to have gotten my period already. By the time I thought that it should be coming soon, it was already four days late. I probably should have noticed something, even earlier that week I was starving all the time, and felt quite a bit more tired than usual. I think it was towards the weekend when the breast tenderness kicked in and I was pretty sure I should have gotten my period already when I thought something might be up. So on Sunday I took the test ‘just in case.’

This time I was actually pregnant. Happy Father’s Day!