Maybe it was because this is my third pregnancy. Maybe it was because I had recently started a nutritional cleanse and was more in tune with the needs of my body. Or maybe I was just running high on hormones right from the outset.
Whatever the case, I knew I was pregnant this time almost immediately.
One of my first clues was that all of a sudden I couldn’t brush my tongue without gagging. I never get “morning sick” but I do get super gaggy when brushing my tongue (teeth, no problem!).
And then there was the fact that I couldn’t watch American Idol auditions without crying—no, bawling—at a couple of the stories they would show as they featured contestants. My emotional responses were a little over-the-top and even Ryan wondered if I might be pregnant.
There was also the amazing burst of nesting power that surged through my veins and swept through the whole house. Even though I had just de-cluttered and organized my entire house before Christmas—seriously, every nook and cranny—all of a sudden I was doing it again. Rearranging closets, spray painting everything in sight, moving furniture and accessories from one room of the house to another. It was like spring fever hit me in full force in the middle of the hottest period of summer Down Under.
And of course there was the bloat. The serious bloat. The I-look-fourteen-weeks-pregnant-but-am-half-that bloat. Within days I couldn’t keep up with the constant urge to be sucking in my pooch and wondering why in the world I abruptly felt so “fat”.
I knew so early this time around that I even beat my first pregnancy test, which came up “negative” even though I was definitely pregnant by that time. My second pregnancy test was so positive that there wasn’t even any ink left for the control line to show up. (You know, the line that’s supposed to show up whether you’re pregnant or not? Mine was practically non-existent. I actually thought it was another negative until I realized that the lines were in the wrong order to be negative. Yay for that!)
I don’t know why it was so easy for me to tell I was pregnant this time when other times none of the “symptoms” set in until weeks later. But I like to think that I’m getting used to this gig and am more aware of how my body works. (That’s comforting to me.)
I still have my moments of concern. (Will baby be okay? Were we entirely crazy to go ahead for number three already? How will I handle another child? Will I be able to parent my older two littles well while caring for another baby?) But for the most part I am just so at peace with this process and so quietly confident that God’s hand is in it all. And more than anything, dang, I’m excited. Guys, I’m having a baybeeeee. A little, squishy, cuddly baby!!!!
Dear friends, seriously? Pregnant! Ahhhhhh, it’s all still sinking in!!! When did you know you were pregnant? Before or after you took a “positive” test??