You know you hear all these stories of people not knowing they were pregnant for months on end, this was not the case for me AT ALL. 3 weeks in, I knew. How would I know before a test could tell me? It is amazing how a simple creature of habit like me could notice the tiniest changes in my body.
Suddenly, my ON THE DOT sleeping schedule turned into 12/13 hour nights and a Saturday on the couch. I had no appetite for Chipotle (which NEVER happens) and I really didn't want to move. At first I was sure I was suffering for depression. And it wasn't until some *physical* changes.. a light bulb went off in my head.
I wished I had depression... I wished hard! For all you girls who grow up in strong church families (whatever religion it may be) can only imagine what I was going through.
So I made a doctors appointment. First of all, pregnancy testes are impossible to read, and I didn't even know if I was far enough along to tell with one.
The doctor's office made me pee in a cup and wait for 25 MINUTES! That is pure torture if you ask me. Then when the doctor finally did come in with the results, he beat around the bush and slid it into casual conversation! I was immediately a wreck. Mostly, actually like 99% out of fear of my parents.
The rest of the stress didn't settle until much later. But regardless I was supposed to go back to work following my appointment and it seemed nearly impossible. I called my boss and she was kind enough to talk me down, only to follow a very emotional conversation with Colton.
