Alright y’all, let’s make my first blog post! Since being a mom is basically my whole personality right now, I thought I’d reminisce on my pregnancy story and the night I found out I was pregnant.
Spoiler alert: it all started with a margarita craving.
My Pregnancy Story
Let me start by setting the scene. It was a Friday, the last day in February, and the first sunny day we’d had in a while. It felt like the perfect excuse to kick off the weekend with a patio margarita (or two…or three…) by the water. So Marc and I made happy hour plans for that evening after I got off work.
I had to work a full shift, and the only thing carrying me through was the thought of margaritas. Ironically, that same day we had a baby shower at work celebrating two of my coworkers. But instead of baby fever, all I could think about was how badly I wanted a crispy margarita.
In hindsight, this was very odd behavior for me because I rarely drink nor have I ever perseverated over margaritas like that before.
Anyhoo, I got home from work and went upstairs to shower and get ready. While rummaging through a bathroom drawer, I noticed a pregnancy test in the back that I didn’t remember having.
But something in me was like, “Okay, humor yourself and take the test just in case, so you can feel responsible before you go and drink margaritas.”
So I took the test, set it on the back of my toilet, and forgot about it.
Marc and I weren’t necessarily in a season of trying, but we also weren’t not trying either. We were just seeing how things played out. About six months prior, on our anniversary, we had decided to… how do I politely say, “Pull the goalie.”
So while I shouldn’t have been quite so shocked, I definitely was.
Part of my shock came from being told by two different doctors that I would likely have a hard time getting pregnant on my own due to having PCOS. Though I wasn’t overly concerned about receiving a PCOS diagnosis, because I’ve seen so many women who also have PCOS that were about to conceive naturally, I still had doubts in the back of my mind because of the opinions of those two doctors.
Plot Twist
So when I remembered that test sitting on the toilet and saw two very bold lines staring back at me, I was shocked to my core.
Marc had been downstairs waiting for me to finish getting ready. He had no idea I had even taken a pregnancy test.
I walked downstairs holding it and called out to him. He met me at the base of the stairs and I held it up to him and said, “Ummm, I don’t think I can have margaritas tonight.”
We both just stood there looking at each other, trying to process what was happening. Within minutes, Marc was out the door to Publix to get me more tests.
He came home with a couple of different boxes, and I took every single test that night. And every test had the same result: pregnant.
So February 28th will always be a special date to me. It’s the day I didn’t get my margaritas… but I got two lines on a stick and the best thing that’s ever happened to me. <3