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28-12-2008 - How You Were Conceived

My mood while writing this blog: Nostalgic

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TTO, you inspired me to post this blog on this site! Thanks for sharing your BFP stories! I wrote this post on my blog site when I was 2 months shy of my due date.


It all started when I finally realized that I was in-love with my husband. I had just turned 17, and he was 18. We were in our favorite Starbucks. I turned to him and said, "I think I'm falling in love with you." He replied, "I love you, too." To this day I tease him about his reply. I say, "I said 'I think'!"

We started talking about marriage and family early. We had nicknames for our kids and had dreams about a life together. After almost 2 years away from each other while I studied in Vermont, and plenty of birth control and frustrated wishing (wishing that we were just a little bit older, already stable, and could start trying already!), it was our time.

I got off birth control in late 2005 and we started trying. I'm not sure why we chose that time. We were married, but I was still in college, scheduled to graduate in the winter of 2007. We tried for most of 2006, but no success. In October 2006, I got on birth control again. I was frustrated, angry, and sad that we still were not pregnant after nine months of trying. Didn't H.S. teachers and educators always say it was so easy? In December 2006, after only two months of birth control, we felt ready again. This time, I ended up with an ovarian cyst in February 2007 that left me concerned about my fertility. Everyone said I was fine; ovarian cysts are common and shouldn't affect my fertility.

So, my husband began to wonder about his swimmers. We were worried and frustrated. During this year, a lot of money was spent on ovulation tests and pregnancy tests. I charted my cycle for a few months (temperature and cervical mucus checks and all) and then just paid attention to my body's signs of ovulation (midcycle cramps on one side ... supposedly from the side that you ovulate from). We went on like this for another 9 months, with a few months of rest (like during the summer when too much was happening: vacations and me starting the Fellows program). In September, we stopped trying, but weren't using protection, either. I was tired of charting and following the ovulation signs. Timing intimacy isn't exactly the most spontaneous or exciting thing anyway.

In October 2007, we took a fun trip upstate with new friends I had made through the Fellows prgram; it was fun and kept my mind focused on my new career and new colleagues. In November 2007, my husband and I decided to have our first official house party. We had an anniversary party in May 2007 (because we never had a wedding), but we never held house parties. Well, it was Thanksgiving weekend, and we were determined to make a turkey, have some drinks, and music, and invite some friends over. It was a hit! We had about 15 people present. We danced, drank, and talked. We laughed and played limbo, and danced around broom sticks that doubled as stripper poles, and had an awesome time. It was the first time that I had seen my husband drinking so freely! :o)

That was the weekend we conceived. We conceived during a time of fun and forgetfulness, of dance and drinks, of music and friends, of freedom and youth. :o) I had gone to the bathroom and noticed that my body was telling me that ovulation was impending. I'll spare you the details. I wondered whether to mention this to my husband. After all, I could mention it, and we could be intimate, but we were tired of the negative pregnancy tests. Plus, I had already scheduled an appointment with my physician, and I was going to tell her that we needed infertility tests immediately. As I sat in the bathroom, I wondered about everything, and decided against saying anything to my husband. If we were going to be intimate, it was no longer going to be on a schedule that my body dictated.

A week or two went by and my physician scheduled me for an appointment with the GYN doctor so that we could start some infertility tests. A few days later, while on the bus with my girlfriend, I felt a sharp cramp. Great, I thought, here comes Aunt Flow. I had been having cramps for a few days already, but this seemed like the real thing. It was so intense that I raised my bottom off the seat and focused on breathing. As I had been doing for the past days, I took some Tylenol when I arrived home and got the pads ready.

That was a Wednesday.

Thursday, no Aunt Flow.

Friday morning, no Aunt Flow.

Friday morning ... it dawned on me that perhaps there was something going on. Could I be pregnant? Nah! Well, maybe a test could tell ... it wouldn't hurt. I mean, Aunt Flow was a few days late by now anyway. But my cramps are as intense as always! That can't mean I'm pregnant. I'll stop at the Duane Reade before work. These were all of the thoughts running through my mind.

Interestingly, the cashier the Duane Reade looked at the pregnancy test and said: "Oh! You're expecting!" I guess I made the mistake of buying the test at a Duane Reade I frequently visit, but, either way, it shocked me that he immediately assumed I was, indeed, expecting and not just trying to find out. I denied it and said it was for a friend. We joked about teachers having the best birth control: their students.

At school, I told myself to wait until lunch; I'd have more, and better, pee in my system by then. No, I couldn't wait. I went into the bathroom and used one of the tests.

It was positive.

Wait. What? Positive.

I almost hyper-ventilated. Finally, after 18 months of trying! We were pregnant! I started to cry, right there in the stall ... luckily, no one was in the bathroom.

At lunch time, I ran out to buy the baby's first onesies and socks. I wrapped the clothing around the test and gave it to my husband once home. It was our 7-years-together-anniversary and his reaction was priceless: "Babe, are you serious? You're pregnant?" All I could do was nod with a cheesy grin on my face. We hugged and stared at each other ... we were going to be parents! Us! After so many years of dreaming and watching others around us start their families! Finally! We were going to have our little chunky!

The rest is history. Here I am, 32 weeks pregnant. My husband is 26, and I am 24. We are going to meet our little baby so soon. We're running frantically to clean the home for her, to welcome her with our open arms and hearts. We love her to pieces already.

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1 Comments on How You Were Conceived


tto - Thursday, 8 Jan
Glad I inspired you- isn't it fun to write and read others' stories? Loved your story esp. the stripper pole, actually LOL. HS teachers were right- if you get drunk, you get PG. Funny as I was reading how it was taking a long time for you, I think of my old stand by joke (that's actually not really funny), that in order to get pregnant, you need to quit your job, get addicted to something, knock out a few teeth and not speak with proper grammar. That sure seems to work around here.