Taking the Test:

Friday, May 4/18

FINDING OUT

The first trimester seems like the perfect beginning of this blog, so that's where I'll start! I found out I was pregnant last July, at the very end of the month. My fiancee and I were sat on the beach on a beautiful evening and I just had a feeling that I should get a pregnancy test. At this point my period was maybe two days late, and although he was enjoying the sunset and thought I was being a bit dramatic ("shouldn't you wait a week or something?") he gave in, and succumbed to an 8pm jaunt to the local drugstore. I can't imagine there's anything great about going to the drugstore to pick up a pregnancy test at any point of your life, but my inner high-schooler was downright embarrassed, and luckily I was served at the cash register by my younger sisters school friend who was probably 17 at the time. This didn't seem like a great sign, but I awkwardly made a joke while my fiancee stood hiding about 30 feet away and I quickly escaped and ran to the car. 

THE TEST

I'd taken pregnancy tests before. Not a huge amount, but a couple. We'd been trying to get pregnant for a few months at this point, maybe eight or nine, and I knew that a few times I'd taken a test, convinced myself there was a faint blue line and held it up to the light or a window trying to convince myself that something was there. Impatient as I was (and still am) I took the test immediately after getting home. No waiting for strong, fresh morning urine- impatient Megan marched from the front door right to the bathroom. I got everything set up, this "early result pregnancy test" that takes two minutes to show a result. I unwrapped it, peed on it, and as the urine seeped through the window of the test (gross) it immediately showed blue. It was immediate! A very certain and strong blue line was on the test so I did what any normal human would do, and scream my fiancee's name before I had gotten off of the toilet. (He did wait outside like a gentleman, but I didn't give him much of a chance to guess what the result was)

THE AFTERMATH

After showing the very definite, clear line to my fiancee, we became very giddy. About an hour of "what?! this is crazy!" passed, mixed in with "is this real? how clear does it have to be?" but the mood quickly changed to doubt for us both, wondering if this was a fluke test that showed a fake positive result. Luckily the box had two tests, so we decided I'd take the next one the following morning. I did- and again it was immediately positive. At this point the excitement had set in, but so had to nerves. "We're not getting married for another two months... will my dress fit me then?", "Do you think your Mom knows already... I think she can probably sense it", "What do we do now, should I call the doctor's office or is it too soon?". Being the rational person that I am, I decided to just wait  and take an additional two pregnancy tests the next day. Both positive. And suddenly the eight or nine months of trying didn't matter anymore, and we had to actually figure out if this was what we wanted or if we'd gone temporarily mad for almost an entire year. 

Faded after a few days of staring at them, but positive nonetheless!