A controversial doctor visit: Part 1

Let me start off by telling a personal story. My husband and I got married when we were 26 and 25 years old. Although we had both taken college courses, neither of us had a degree in anything. We met just prior to serving proselyting and service missions for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. (find out more about missionary work at http://www.mormon.org/values/missionary-work) We wrote letters to each other and decided to date when we got back, even though he lived in Virginia and I lived in Washington State (more about our love story another day.) I returned home in June 2008 and he returned home in July 2008. I moved to Virginia in August 2008 but didn't start work there until October 2008 because I had issues getting my car moved across the country. We got married in January 2009 and you could probably guess that we did not have very much money (you do not get paid for missionary service.) We have both been going to school and working the whole time we have been married.

I was pursuing an Associate Degree in Nursing, which should have only taken a couple of years. We had decided that when I was done with my ADN that we could start having children, since I would be a nurse and that is a pretty good job for providing for a family. Well, graduation came, and since I had heard the first year as a new grad nurse was an adjustment, we decided to wait a little longer before having children. We prayed about it and felt it was the right decision. Then we decided that it was only 3 more semesters for the RN-BSN program, and my job would pay for me to go to school, I might as well finish my Bachelor Degree before having children-since it is a lot harder to go back to school later. Again, we prayed about it and felt it was the right decision. I was itching to start a family. But we knew we should wait. I wanted to get pregnant so that when I graduated with my bachelor degree I could pop a baby right out. But when the time-frame rolled around, hubby needed a little more time. And the closer to graduating I got, the more stressed I became.

We finally decided in March that we could "stop preventing" and that if we got pregnant, it would be just fine. We went to the Temple and prayed about things again. Finally! Baby making time! Sort of. Hubby and I barely see each other for 5 minutes in a 36 or 48 hour period sometimes because of differing work and school schedules. But we made a little time and to our surprise my next period was late. Now, I have been tracking me period on a phone app for several years. I am never late. Ever. I was very giddy and excited at the prospect of getting pregnant right away. But I also knew that it takes a few days for pregnancy to happen after sex. So I waited anxiously. And I didn't want to tell anyone, because I didn't want to be wrong. But even at the thought of being pregnant I thought I would burst. I told my mom and I told my girlfriend. I just couldn't hold it in.

I was supposed to start my period on Saturday according to the app (which is usually one day after I actually start.) Hubby and I agreed to take the pregnancy test on Wednesday. Again, I was anxious and excited at the prospect of being pregnant already. And like I said, my period is NEVER late. I was fairly certain I was pregnant. I did some digging online to see how long it took for a baby to happen. Up to 5 days for the sperm to get up there and up to 6 days for the fertilized egg to attach and the body to realize it is pregnant. Hmmm. Well, I couldn't wait any longer. My hubby reluctantly agreed to let me take it Monday. I told him that if it was negative then we would take it again the following Monday, since it was still really close to the time we had sex.  I took a pregnancy test and it was negative.

Did I take it wrong since I peed in a cup? I brushed it off and at least some of the anxiety was gone. I will just take it again next Monday. No biggie. Wrong! I took it again the same day but peed directly on the stick. Still negative. Dang it. Okay, be strong. It just needs a little more time to burrow and make a home. We will check it again next Monday.

Monday never came. My period started Wednesday and my heart was crushed. How could this be? My period is never late? I was in denial. I even looked online some more because I had heard you can still bleed when you are pregnant. Yes, you can, when the fertilized egg is burrowing. But that is just a little blood. This was definitely my period. I was devastated. And on top of my heartbreak, everyone else kept announcing pregnancies. This was not easy, but I knew it was only our first time trying. My good friend tried for 2 1/2 years before getting pregnant the first time...My parents tried for almost 3 for my little brother (and look what they got! JK bro, love ya!) This was just the first try. We still have plenty of time. And lucky me, I got a UTI anyway so baby making was on hold and I focused on my finals...

End Part 1. Come back tomorrow for Part 2.

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