More than a year has passed since I saw two stripes on the test. Now I am a happy mother of a half year old baby. But when I first learned that my family would soon grow to three people, I was overwhelmed with the most diverse emotions.
On the first day of the delay, my little test revealed what planning women call a ghost. This is such a pale second strip, which probably shows that the level of hCG began to rise. Perhaps – because sometimes this ghost does not mean anything.
Then it seemed that this was a test error and tomorrow menstruation would come. But it turned out that they came only a year later.
By the way, I store this particular pregnancy test, and not later ones. True, some people think that storing them is the same as keeping the first diapers used by the baby as a souvenir. But I keep it in a casket. Out of spite of all.
Yes Yes exactly. For six months I tried to get pregnant, bought tests for ovulation, calculated the basal charts and all for nothing. It would seem – two strips should lead me to indescribable delight. In fact, it turned out that everything is completely different.
The familiar world with its foundations collapsed, and it turned out that I have no idea what will happen tomorrow, how will the surrounding people react, and in general – how shall I live further?
My mom was delighted when I told her. No, at first I told my husband, but he did not believe me. Apparently, a week of delay and two strips on the test did not look like a weighty argument.
I had to go to my antenatal clinic, where a qualified specialist gave me a gestation period of 5 weeks.
What 5 weeks? After all, ovulation was a maximum of three weeks ago. It turns out that doctors have their own obstetric weeks, and they consider the gestation period from the first day of the last cycle to a pregnant woman. And the term of the intended delivery is also calculated based on this.
By the way, bewilderment haunted me during the whole pregnancy, because I had to absorb tons of information about which I knew nothing before. And sometimes this knowledge did not fit into the usual ideas.
I returned home with irrefutable evidence of my pregnancy. The sight of the little five-week comma in the ultrasound image just stunned my husband. And then for me there could be no greater joy than to see the happy smile of a dear person for me, who will wait for the next 9 months to have a baby with me.
By the way, beloved that day gave me an orchid: