We're Pregnant & How We Found Out
We weren’t not trying to get pregnant, but we also were not being very serious about trying. We were thinking, if it happens, then it happens, and if not, that’s ok too.
In late March–early April, I started noticing that my stomach wasn’t feeling like it normally does. I had stomach issues in 2018 where I basically had to hit the reset button and eat clean for a while. I thought it was just something similar, so I started to be more mindful of what I was eating and drinking. I cut out dairy, sweets, and was mainly just drinking water. I still was feeling terrible – super bloated all the time, gassy, and uncomfortable. I decided it was time to go to the doctor and see what was going on. I went to a normal doctor and he felt on my stomach and gave me some medicine to basically clean out my system. It was kind of helping, but I still didn’t feel right.
On Thursday, April 11th I started having some pain in my lower right abdomen and texted a few friends that experienced appendicitis. I was worried with all these stomach issues that it might be happening to me to, so I went to the hospital to be safe. They took some blood from me and hooked me up to an IV that would get me ready for a CAT scan of my body. I was only there maybe 30 minutes and they came back into my room and told me that they already have a result from one of the blood tests. Very casually I asked what it was and the nurse told me that I was pregnant. I couldn’t believe it. When they were asking me initial questions as they were checking me in, they did ask if I was pregnant, but I told them there was no way and that it’s normal for my cycle to be a little off and that I’ve just been having some stomach issues. I couldn’t believe it. I immediately started crying and texted my husband to come see me. He claims he knew immediately, but I still was in shock.
Instead of doing the CAT scan, they had me do my first ultrasound. According to my LMP, I would have been 7 weeks pregnant at that point and they should have seen something on the ultrasound. But they didn’t. Instead they found a cyst on my right ovary and told me to go see my OBGYN and they would discuss this further with me.
Side note: while I was at the hospital, they brought in a convicted felon who was being transported from the airport to prison and something happened to him. They put him in the room next to me with 5 police officers guarding the door. I had to walk past several times in my hospital gown to use the bathroom. He was loud, sounded insane, and I could not wait to get out of there.
Fast forward to Friday, April 12th. I headed into the OBGYN unsure of what is happening and exhausted from the night before at the hospital. After looking at the notes and images from the night before, I was one of three options:
Pregnant, but very early
Experiencing a miscarriage
Have an ectopic pregnancy and we might need to do emergency surgery
The doctor seemed very somber and pessimistic about my situation and I felt helpless. We were so excited to hear the news the night before and it felt like it was being ripped away from us. The doctor recommended that I get some bloodwork done to see if my pregnancy hormones were going up and to see a specialist the following Monday.
We decided that weekend that we should notify our parents of what was going on and a few close friends that could be praying for us. It was the longest weekend of my life. I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. I wanted to maybe be excited because there was still a chance of pregnancy, but I also knew I needed to guard my heart at the same time.
Fast forward to Monday, April 15th. We went to the specialist and were very cautious. After talking to a friend that had a similar situation, she mentioned that I should tell the doctors that my cycle isn’t super consistent. They performed another ultrasound and we got to see the tiniest little dot in my uterus! They confirmed that I was pregnant, but that it was just very, very early. I was maybe 4 weeks pregnant. I was so very excited to rule out the other two very heartbreaking options. We were thrilled to share with our close friends and family that everything was ok and that their prayers worked!
We decided to nickname Baby H affectionately “Sprout” since we have gotten to see it as a tiny dot and grow in each appointment.
None of this is how I pictured I would find out that I was pregnant, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I definitely had PInterest and Instagram expectations, but God is good and faithful and me and Sprout are doing great which is all that matters. I’m glad things don’t always go as I would have them planned out to be, because it makes life more interesting.