Congratulations, It's a fetus!
Majority of pregnancy stories involve a couple who's been TTC (trying to concieve) for a while. And she just so happens to take a test, and it's positive and it's the happiest moment for the couple. Me on the other hand, not so much.
Being stationed in Upstate New York, it's starts getting cold around the end of August. So that meant nothing to do on the weekend EXCEPT go to someone's house or barracks room to drink. My initial reason for taking a pregnancy test was for that reason. I wanted to drink at Thanksgiving dinner and the upcoming weekend. I noticed I started sleeping for hours, like 9-12 hours at night. That was my first red flag, so I got a pregnancy test from a friend who lived across the hall and the results were negative. I chalked it up to the weather changing, and put it in the back of my mind.
A few days later, my gut told me to take another pregnancy test and so I did. I followed the directions very carefully. The results were one dark pink line and a very faint pink line. So I took another one, and that test yielded the same results. Now me being me, I'm like "what does this mean?". I sent a picture of it to a friend (who at the time was pregnant) and to my sister Mariah, both told me it was a positive. BUT me being me, I asked my friend to bring me another test to take and that test resulted in a negative. So now I'm like "what is the truth!?". I then called another friend (who was also pregnant at the time) to bring me yet another pregnancy test, which resulted in a question mark.
At this point, I'm both amused and frustrated because I want to know if I can drink or not. To get an accurate answer to my question I suggested to everyone that we go to the emergency room and have them draw my blood. I gave a blood and urine sample, and waiting an eternity before being called by the doctors. He pulled me into a room which made me automatically assume something was wrong and I had to have emergency surgery. Instead I was informed that I in fact was pregnant, around 3 or 4 weeks along. The doctor questioned how I detected it so early (always go with your gut). Or maybe I know my body too well? Either way, hearing those words sent a warm fuzzy feeling through my body. I remember feeling very antsy, a big ball of excitement and nervousness. Later that night, I gave my bottles of tequila to the girl across the hall and the rest of my alcohol to the NCO that hosted thanksgiving dinner.
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