I know this is already long overdue. I wasn’t able to blog about this before because I was too overwhelmed with how fast our lives were moving back then. Now is the only time I got my mind around it and have a little time to actually write about it.
Before anything else, let me give you a little background about me. Back in college, I had a problem with my uterus. I had endometrial hyperplasia which simply means my uterine lining is thicker than normal. I found out about this when I experienced prolonged bleeding. I thought it was just normal menstruation, but I was alarmed when I noticed that it’s been going on for more than 2 months already. That’s why I got myself checked up. The reason for this condition is that I have irregular menstruation. Years would go by, and I would only get my period once a year. I also found out I have Polycystic Ovaries Syndrome. Since I was still studying then and had no plans yet of having a baby, my OB prescribed me some contraceptive pills to help regulate my menstruation. After a month or so, my uterine lining was back to normal and with my continued use of contraceptive pills, my menstrual cycle was now regular.
MARCH 2015: Before I graduated from college, I already talked to my hubby (which was then my boyfriend) about my plan to stop taking the pills. I really wanted to have a baby. I wanted us to try for a baby on 2017 and I wanted my body to have at least 1 year free from contraceptive pills to avoid any negative side effects on my baby.
APRIL, MAY, JUNE 2015: Everything was normal. I usually get my period around 2nd week of the month, even when I stopped taking the pills.
JULY 2015: This was when things started to change. My monthly period was absent for the whole month. I wasn’t expecting to be pregnant by then, but it played on my mind for a little while. I dismissed the thought immediately because I knew it would be hard for me to conceive because of my PCOS (Polycystic Ovaries Syndrome). There was also an incident at school where one of my students pushed me so hard which caused me to hit the corner of my table and almost fell on my butt. In my mind, I was thinking, “Thank God I wasn’t pregnant because if I was and something happened to my baby because of this incident, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive this student.”
AUGUST 2015: I think it was 2nd week of August when I took a pregnancy test and it was negative. I wasn’t happy nor sad. I was used to seeing single line on my PTs, so I wasn’t really surprised considering I have PCOS condition too. But that time, I wanted a baby so bad. Every day after work, I would drop by the nearest church in our area and I would pray for a baby every single day. I would ask God to entrust us with a life to nurture, a child to take care of and a bundle of joy to make our lives more worth living. Around 3rd – 4th week of August, I would always complain about the smell of my classroom. I would always complain to the Ate’s who are in charge of cleaning the room that they spray on too much air freshener and I could literally taste it in my mouth and I would always almost throw up. Also, for the past few days, I have been feeling very tired and my breasts were feeling sore and extra sensitive. I ignored it as I normally experience this when my menstruation is coming. I just thought I’m getting my period anytime soon.
SEPTEMBER 2015: Out of nowhere, I decided to take another PT. Even though I was sure I wasn’t pregnant, I took it just so that I could use that last PT kit I have. My hubby was already sleeping in my room, my lola and my sister were sleeping too. I was the only one awake that time so I went downstairs with my PT kit and took the test. I wasn’t really expecting it to be positive. I feel like I want it to be positive but I’m expecting it to be negative. While waiting for the result, I wasn’t really paying that much attention. That’s why when I saw that two lines, all I could say was, “Oh my gosh!!!! Oh my gosh!!!!” I kept saying that again and again and again for about 5 to 10 minutes. I couldn’t believe it. My jaw dropped on the floor. When I got myself together, I went up back to my room and sat beside my sleeping then-boyfriend. I woke him up and said, “B, magiging daddy ka na!!!” as I handed him my PT result. Since he was awoken from his slumber, it took a while before the news actually got into him. Honestly, I thought he wasn’t happy when he found out. I was waiting for joy and excitement in his reaction but I got none. If that was an ordinary day, I would have made a scene and fought him, but I was high on the clouds!!! I was soooooo happy because it’s a dream come true for me! Later on, when I got down from my high, I lay beside my hubby and that’s when he started touching my tummy and talking to our baby! That’s when I know that he’s happy too and that’s when the waterworks started! I couldn’t stop crying!
But that night, I still wasn’t that convinced. Although I had my hopes up, something is still holding me back. I still had to make sure that I was really pregnant. It was late at night and there’s no way I could buy another set of PT. I had to wait for the next day, but of course, I have work. No pharmacy is open at 6am aside from the ones at the hospitals which costs twice, so I had to wait until I get off from work. All day at work, I was feeling so uneasy because I am so excited to know the result. Right after work, I went straight to SM and bought another set of PT. I took the test right there at SM because I couldn’t wait til I get home. And IT’S CONFIRMED!!!! 2 pregnancy tests, POSITIVE!
I knew right there and then, I had to tell my mom. I didn’t want to wait and I didn’t want her to hear the news from someone else. I messaged her right away. She wasn’t happy at first because the hubby and I weren’t married yet that time and I just graduated from college, but she got around. Now she can’t wait to come home so she could play with his little grandson! 🙂
Also, I informed my superiors right away. I found out I was pregnant on September 2, I confirmed it on September 3, and we had an upcoming field trip on September 5. I had to miss work on September 4 so I could go for a check up and if I will be allowed to join our field trip since it will surely be tiring.
Upon my first prenatal check up, I went for an ultrasound and consultation and I found out I was already 6 weeks pregnant! My OB was happy too when I told her I was pregnant. She knew my medical history and she knew it would be hard for me to conceive a child, but heeeeeey, I was blessed! Looking back, I was already pregnant when my student pushed me back in July. THANK GOD NOTHING BAD HAPPENED!
So that’s how I found out about my pregnancy. How about you? Share your story below! 🙂
Next part of this pregnancy series will be posted next week! Stay tuned! <3