That is what I kept telling everyone around me regarding my symptoms.
I started feeling nauseas towards the end of April and not liking certain smells and my appetite was diminishing. I actually had passed Kidney Stones the week prior to my blood work. I was so sick that on Mother’s Day, I saw my mom and she said I looked horrible.
Raul’s grandmother and aunt both said I needed to get to the doctor. My neighbor who would make me tea to ease my nausea would come over and tell me to get to the doctor.
But I kept telling everyone including Raul, that I was just passing a Kidney Stone. After two weeks with my head in the toilet, I decided to listen to Raul and call our friend who is a doctor. He came to the house with antibiotics and ready to diagnose me with the flu. But when I started describing my symptoms he said, “Have you gotten your period this month?” My worst fear and somehow all the symptoms added up. He sent me for blood work the next day which was May 14.
That Saturday, May 15 Raul and I picked up some medication and the results. He asked me if I thought I was pregnant.
The doctor had called him and told him not to read the results until he got to the house. Well out of curiosity, Raul opened up the results. He told me he had to get a grip of himself before he came to tell me. I was laying in bed and he sat down next to me and asked me one more time, “Are you sure your not pregnant?” I told him I couldn’t answer that question because I wasn’t sure and did not know. He then said, “Well you are pregnant” to which I replied, “Wah Wah Wah!” I cried out of fear, shock, DENIAL, and was numb. I even went so far as to say it was a “False Positive”. Meanwhile our trusted little puppy was down stairs and since he saw the paper on the table where he could reach it, took a nice bite out of the results. I came downstairs to see for myself and sure enough, we had to salvage what we could of the results. Thank goodness all the important information went unscathed.
Two days later I called my immediate family to tell them the news. My sisters reassured me that everything would be okay. My mom and distant cousin also reassured me that things would be fine. My neighbor who made me tea, was excited about the whole ordeal. And just to think it was just supposed to be a kidney stone.
In between insurance issues, finding a doctor, throwing up, and trying to accept what was to come, Raul’s mother came to help us out from Connecticut. She was able to come with my mom and dad to my first appointment which was the second week of June. I had a million questions for the doctor and my mom told me to add that I was being a pain in the you know what. I was so on edge, that my whole demeanor was one of nervousness and fear.
Did I say fear?
Once my mom, Raul’s mom, and I heard the baby’s heartbeat we all started crying in the room. I called Raul to tell him that we had heard the baby’s heartbeat while my dad waited outside with the other patients. When we told my dad what we heard, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t until after my first appointment that I started telling my closest friends and family members. They all had the same reaction, “What!” “No Way” “Your Kidding me!” To which I replied, I wish I was kidding but my head in the toilet tells me differently. It wasn’t until late June that I started feeling well enough to eat and actually be myself minus the toilet bowl.
Here we are eight months later, in a new place, awaiting the baby’s arrival. I’ll tell you how we came up with the baby’s name in another post.
And just to think it was just supposed to be a kidney stone.