Symptoms, you ask?

When I was trying to get pregnant, I always wondered how I would know, what symptoms I would have, what symptoms most people had, and so on.

On every blog and in every forum, I asked the newly pregnant women... What symptoms did you have?

Well here's that post... the post on symptoms.

May 3 (or in our world... CD27/and what I now know was 13dpo), I started being crampy. I was a little worried. It wasn't really AF cramps. It was just weird cramps - enough to make me feel yuck, and that lasted for the following week and still occurs occasionally during the day.

May 6 (CD30/16dpo), I drove four hours to my brother's graduation.  (Packed all my essentials because I expected AF any day).  He kept me up and out late.  I had eaten a poptart that morning but nothing else the rest of the day.  When we got to the professional baseball game that night, I was so hungry that I didn't know if I was going to cry, throw up or pass out.  (That's a little uncommon for me because my eating habits are horrible and normally I would've been okay to wait a little longer).  We went to a late movie that night, and I ended up sleeping like 2 hours that night morning, which is why the next few days, I wasn't surprised to be absolutely exhausted (only it continued).

May 10 (CD34/20dpo), I had Court.  My client had cut himself that morning while shaving.  Keep in mind, he takes blood thinners.  So the blood would not stop.  I finally had to step out of the court house for air.  I thought he was going to bleed out and die and then I was going to throw up on top of him.  It was bad.

That night, I rolled over in my sleep - flat on my stomach, and I woke myself up because my boobs hurt so badly. (Still just assumed that AF was surely about to arrive).

May 11 (CD35/21dpo).  I had Court an hour and a half away.  As I drove, I looked at the calendar and discovered that it was CD35.  I was so tired and my boobs were so sore, and I had quit wearing white because I KNEW AF was coming.

My friend said... "You might be pregnant."  I said, "Um, no.  In fact, I don't even think I want to be pregnant right now."  (Remember... Type A.  If I didn't do it, plan it, have control of it, then I'm not ready for it. Haha.)

When I got back into town that evening, I stopped at the drug store and bought a box of 2 tests.  I went home, peed in a cup... and the very dark line appeared.  Ha. I knew it. I've seen a million of these before - only then it hit me. There's not supposed to be a first line.  There's only supposed to be a second line.  OMG!  I'M PREGNANT!

And that's when my sweet husband got home from work.  Pants still unbuttoned, I walked into the kitchen with a book I purchased over a year ago.  My Boys Can Swim. 

ME:  I bought this book so long ago, and I had planned to do more with it, but this didn't happen how I planned it. 

HIM:  (He looks at the book).  So what are we supposed to do?  (As in he thought this was some new "How to Get Pregnant" book.  Haha.) 

ME:  We're pregnant.

HIM:   Are you serious?  Well, smile!  This is a good thing!

I was so totally shocked that I forgot that this is exactly what I had been aching for... for so long, until he reminded me to smile.  It caught me off guard, and even now, there's a part of me that has a hard time smiling because I'm a little bit... waiting for the sky to fall.  It just seems to good to be true, but with each passing week, I am letting myself smile a little more.

P.S. - The nausea?  Yeah, that hit at exactly six weeks to the day.  It's still there, as are the sore (but ever growing) boobs and the utter exhaustion.  But I'm having a baby, and that makes all the other crap okay.