So, before the actual time I discovered I was pregnant there was a time that led up to that. Weeks before, I actually highly suspected the possibility that I was pregnant and could not get it out of my head. Of course, I pushed the thought from my mind thinking it was crazy and could not be true. During this time I was also working multiple double shifts at a catering hall and I was beyond exhausted. Of course, I had no clue I was pregnant but I am pretty sure the added stress, weaker strength, and extreme exhaustion I had at the time was a contribution from it.
My boyfriend, Anthony also worked at the catering hall and was my partner 98% of the time. And I will say that during the weeks I was pregnant without knowing, him and I didn't do well as partners at all. Probably because I was lagging a lot and almost collapsing to the ground because I couldn't stand many more trips lifting the heavy stuff and I got mad because I didn't want to be making so many trips from the room to the kitchen. Then I broke down into tears because he had said he "never wants to be my partner again." At the time I figured I was just stressed. And I certainly was! But something else was happening that I didn't know about too...
As work days passed, they decided not to partner us seeing that it seemed to only make me more miserable. But during that short time of separation was when we realized we really do work better with each other. And sooner than ever, Anthony was begging for me to be his partner again.
At some point close to this I told Anthony I had been worried I could be pregnant. He did all heavy lifting from then on. And our reason for being partnered at this point was so he could do all the heavy lifting for me. During work I'd get slight symptoms like I felt really cold and sweaty...like a cold sweat during the party and the room wasn't even cold. Then I felt like I could fall over, but luckily I didn't. That day was a huge turning point when more noticable small changes started happening to me. I also started craving cheese and specific things in the very beginning.
A couple more days down the road we went on a double date with Anthony's sister and her boyfriend. We planned on going to the mall, but it was closed so we went out to eat at Ihop. During dinner I came to say that I suspected I could be pregnant because at this point I've missed my period for 2-3 days past and normally my periods are very regular and come when expected! If anything they'd be early. So I was worried mainly because of that detail and I know my body pretty well. I only missed my period by two days once before which I think was stress related. So I assumed this was just stress related because of how stressed work had been for me.
Anyway, after dinner we decided to go to the store and find a pregnancy test. It was kind of hilarious because we were trying to be sneaky about buying it so no one would know. Not even the store people because they knew who we were and we didn't want them to say anything to anyone. Lol. Of course, I don't think we were that sneaky cause it's kinda hard to hide something you're buying. And what we did probably just added more attention. But it was funny.
We went home after that and Anthony's sister hid the pregnancy test under the sweatshirt she was carrying and took it upstairs. I went up after her and then we were both in the bathroom as I took the test. There was two tests and I had never taken one before and neither had she (she's a year younger than me) so we had no clue how it really worked.
I peed on the stick and then we waited for lines to appear which actually took forever! But once they showed up, it came out negative. I was pretty relieved. We both were! So I went outside to tell Anthony who was playing basketball, the news.
I peed on the stick and then we waited for lines to appear which actually took forever! But once they showed up, it came out negative. I was pretty relieved. We both were! So I went outside to tell Anthony who was playing basketball, the news.
Later that night, Anthony and I talked. We were saying how we both actually felt disappointed but at the same time we were happy because we weren't ready for that to happen. And we were saying how it would be a huge change and that we wouldn't know what to do. Of course at this time, I still wasn't convinced of the test so I said I was gonna "take the second test a week later if my period still doesn't come."
So about a week has passed and I STILL had not gotten my period. September 13th which was also Anthony's 22nd birthday, I woke up and took the second test. I had heard that taking it in the morning would be best. I also peed in a cup this time and then dipped the test in just to be certain I got it wet. Also, I was alone this time because Anthony's sister was out somewhere with their mom...
After dipping the test I wait for lines to show up and it didn't take long. I saw one dark line and keep staring at the test only to see a second line slowly fading in....disbelief was slowly crossing my face. My heart sunk a little as I didn't know what I was gonna do. I started crying a little bit because it turns out I WAS PREGNANT. But I didn't last like that for long. I took a picture of the test. Anthony and his dad were downstairs so after I recollected myself I hid the test inside one of my rolled socks and headed downstairs.
I sat next to Anthony on the couch and showed him the picture(because I didn't want his dad to know). As I'm sitting there I'm holding some tears back, Anthony sees the picture to discover that I am pregnant and then he starts holding me and whispering that he's "so so sorry" and that "I didn't mean to do this to you." So he basically just blamed the whole thing on himself. And I felt bad because I didn't want him to feel bad. It was both of our doing. But he repeated those phrases quite a few times.
Since it was his birthday and our payday for work, we went out and got our checks. Then I remember we were deciding what to do. Like I think we wanted to go bowling but we might have seen a movie instead. I know for a fact that we went to eat at T.G.I. Friday's. And that's how the rest of the day went.
So that's basically how I found out and how Anthony found out that we were having a baby.
There's so many other stories about how other people found out like Anthony's siblings and parents and my siblings and parents and a lot of other people, but I think I'm going to leave those stories out mainly because I can't remember every single one of them that well. But if anyone wants, I may write about how my immediate family found out.
Ta ta for now! Have a good day! Feel free to leave a comment or share stories based on how you found out you were pregnant.
¡Hasta luego!
