As you are all aware (probably more than you want to be) the CPA and I are trying to get pregnant. No, not this minute, I just mean in general. You know, we’re, ummm… flying without a parachute. Yeah, that’s it.
It’s been a strange thing, this flying without a parachute. Each time it’s happened I would think, “maybe this is it, maybe we’re pregnant.” And then I would spend the next 24 hours or so trying to discern what every movement or motion in my belly was. “Was that it? Have I got a zygote in there, or is it just my imagination?” I would begin to wonder how I would feel to know that a baby was in fact growing inside me right at that very moment! I couldn’t tell – was I nervous, anxious, afraid? A little of all the above I think.
By the end of our first official week, I was somewhat convinced that it hadn’t happened this time. But I picked up a box of pregnancy tests anyway, just in case. I had mentioned to the CPA that I wanted to get some and he responded, “Why?” To which I asked, ”How else will we know that we are pregnant?” “Uh… wait until your next period,” was his reply.

Me wait? I don’t think so. Not when there is a 99%-effective testing method that is all mine for just $8.99. So I picked one up. And then I waited. I decided that I wasn’t pregnant after all because I didn’t feel pregnant. There was none of the signs I had read about – tender breasts, moodiness, fatigue, nausea. So I was good to go until the next month.
But wait, what is that? Am I feeling a little tenderness? Could it be… (and no, I know what you’re thinking, but I wasn’t imagining it.) So, I sneaked upstairs to the bathroom on Sunday morning and I pulled out the box I had hidden deep in the cabinet under the sink. I broke open the package and removed the lid. Since the instructions were a little complicated or at the very least possibly messy, I decided to use a cup instead of just holding the apparatus.

Then I waited. The first minute dragged by. The instructions clearly said not to look until two minutes were up, but I peeked. Then I thought I’d better give it the full two minutes just to be sure. As I waited, thoughts swirled around and around in my mind – this could be it! This could be the moment that I realize our life is about to change forever!! (In hindsight, I probably should have had the CPA there with me.)
I could barely breathe from all the rattling going on in my head. Then, at two minutes exactly, I looked down.

Nope, not pregnant. Even though I think I knew deep down what the answer was, I was still a bit disappointed. Or was it relieved? I honestly don’t know.
So why did I even take the test? Because that’s part of the fun in trying to get pregnant, isn’t it? It’s like opening up a gift and hoping it’s the one you asked for. I’m sure it won’t be like this all the time, but for me it was. It was exciting, the beginning of this new adventure in our lives, and I couldn’t put off knowing any longer.
Now we’re back to trying. Not that I’m complaining of course. And I’m already looking forward to the next time. The next test, silly, that’s what I meant. The next test!
(sheesh… you guys!)
For those of you who have tried, how long did it take you to conceive?
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