Week 4 (8/1/09 – 8/7/09)

Well up until 8/4/09 I had not yet had any feelings of pregnancy. Since I had been charting my temperatures in an attempt to find out when I was ovulating I had noticed that my basal body temperature was very low. I became concerned and thought that maybe I should go to my doctor for a physical. I didn’t think I had had a physical in my adult life so why not go and just make sure I was healthy enough to get pregnant. My appointment was scheduled for August 4th and when I got in there the doctor of course asked me why I had come. I explained that my husband and I had just started trying to get pregnant and I wanted to make sure that I was healthy. He thought that was great and told me about all of the procedures he would be doing that day. One of the procedures was a chest X-ray. Dr. Charlton asked me if there was a chance that I might be pregnant and I of course said, “well yes there’s a chance but we really just started trying.” He felt better doing a urine pregnancy test anyway before giving me the X-ray. I sat in the room for a while and then they moved me to another room down the hall. When the nurse arrived to prepare me for the next procedure she came in with a smile and said, “well we’re not going to be doing that chest X-ray because you are pregnant.” I was so excited, and the nurse was too, that we hugged one another. She secretly told me that her and her husband were trying too. After that she took me to get blood work and see the doctor again. When Dr. Charlton arrived back in the room he congratulated me and told me that he wanted to do a blood test just to make sure. I had told him that if his test was right I must just barely be pregnant, only by a little over a week or so. He said that the blood test would come back within a couple of days and he would call me. As I left the doctor’s office I didn’t quite know what to think. Was the urine test accurate…was it really true? I decided that I wasn’t going to say anything to anyone (including Eric) until I had the blood test confirmation. I didn’t want to get anyone’s, including Eric’s, hopes up if it wasn’t really true. It was going to be so hard not telling him but I just felt like it was the right thing to do. So after leaving the doctor’s office I drove straight to the cemetery. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day and I just sat at my mom’s grave and talked with her. I like to say now that she was the first one I told. I cried a little, smiled a lot, and then left the cemetery feeling very happy.