On December 20th, after taking a 2 hour nap in the middle of the afternoon, I decided to take a pregnancy test even though my period wasn’t technically late yet. I felt odd for the past week, like I just knew my period was coming but PMS was lasting way longer than what it should be for me not to be bleeding yet, to be blunt.
The test was positive and I was cautiously optimistic. I let Tristan know and he felt the same way. I told him when I woke up the next day I would take another one just in case the first was a fluke.
December 21st, I wanted to be doubly sure and this is what I got:
Two for sure positives. We did little happy dances and I let one friend know because I had to let someone know. But decided to keep it mostly veiled from others until I went to the doctor.
We told our parents and siblings on Christmas Eve and everyone was joyous.
Tristan thinks this one is a boy but I’m not 100% sure yet.
I haven’t been able to work out much between fighting nausea and fighting sinus crud. I feel bad most days and then I will look at something from one of the two baby tracker apps on my phone and realize my body is doing some crazy stuff right now and it okay for me to sleep when every bit of my being is telling me to do so.