This isn’t the post I had hoped to be writing, but here I am.
A week ago I was feeling sick and decided to take a pregnancy test – I really don’t ever test early, but for some reason I felt like I had too.
And it was positive.
And I was SHOCKED. Mike was SO excited.
I was also pretty unsure, anxious almost, over it. It seemed too easy this time.
On Monday I took 2 more tests – still positive. Still shocked. But feeling a little calmer.
Tuesday, same deal, I tested before I left for the airport and my lines all seemed to be getting a little darker.
I went about my business in Chicago that day, letting the whole situation sink in but still feeling a little uneasy for some reason.
I woke up on Wednesday and I knew something was not right.
To the bathroom I headed to deal with every pregnant woman’s worst nightmare – bleeding.
It continued and I just kind of went numb. I was alone and pretty confused as to what was going on. But I had a pretty good idea of what the outcome was going to be.
Thursday I knew what I had to do – I had to take a pregnancy test to confirm what I was fearing.
It was negative. I knew then, that it was a chemical pregnancy. And it was over.
No one except Mike knew about the pregnancy, so I felt even more lonely – I really didn’t want to tell my mom and sisters about it over the phone, it seemed silly since there really wasn’t much to be said at that point.
I fully realize that this is not the end of the world, and had I not been TTC I wouldn’t have even known what was going on. I guess that’s the double-edged sword in this whole situation, huh?
Disappointed is probably the appropriate emotion here, not so much sadness (although there is a little of that). I know it’s not a huge deal and we will just keep on moving forward, but it still kind of sucks.
Someday Gianna will be able to wear the big sister shirt I ordered for her, just not this day.
And I am okay with that, because really, what other choice do I have? I am positive that day will come eventually.