Pregnancy is always a touchy subject for me since I’ve wanted my own little bundle of joy for such a long time. As I mentioned in my review of Conceive Easy, hubby and I have been trying to conceive for quite a while. That said… I shall speak from my ovaries. Or uterus. Or whatever. It’s comin’ from down yonder…
Warning: If you’re a man, you may want to stop reading. This might get too girly for ya, so if you want to bail, I understand. I plan on discussing my va-jay-jay, periods and breasts. You’ve been warned. Also, to my brother, please stop reading here.
As of today, I’m officially two weeks late! I haven’t had a “cycle” since October 17 and although I’ve experienced a few symptoms, all of the home pregnancy tests I’ve taken are negative. When I say “all of the home pregnancy tests” I mean upwards of twenty. Yea. I’m obsessive. It’s driving me batty… I’m convinced I’m either pregnant or dying of some rare cooter-related disease.
I’m pretty sure nothing is wrong down yonder since I had a pap smear back in September that returned completely normal results. So I’m completely confused…
I’ve taken enough home tests for everyone to have negative party favors and those suckers are expensive. I’ve been nauseous for more than a week straight and my boobs are a little sore, although not much. I think my areolas are a little darker, but I’m not really sure… I don’t match them on paint swatches much.
I’ve finally decided that tomorrow I’m calling the doctor and having them do a blood draw. I don’t want to be featured on “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant” and give birth in the back of a van. I’d like to be prepared… and let people pamper me. LOL!
So what do you think… Have you ever had anything like this happen? I need advice ladies!