PT-LawMom

So this week was surprising, to say the least….

Remember last summer when I was sick for about two months and threw a ton of money down the toilet on home pregnancy tests to be sure that wasn’t the case? Well it wasn’t and, after a scope, the doc diagnosed IBS and said to take Benefiber and a probiotic every day. I have been doing that religiously ever since.

So almost a month ago when I started vomiting at random and feeling sick pretty much all day, I presumed I was just going through a stressful period and my IBS was flaring up. Added in more fiber and finally went to the doctor last Wednesday to see if he had any tips after almost throwing up in the lobby at work (made it to the bathroom, thank God!) Since last year’s scare (when we were just using condoms), we’ve been religiously using the Ortho Evra patch. It’s supposed to be 98.6% effective. Even my doctor was convinced I had stress-induced vomiting but decided to run a test almost as I was walking out the door because I mentioned, laughing, that Mr. V was convinced I was pregnant. The doc and I laughed over that.

Until Thursday morning when his office called to give me test results. Holy shit.

So, shocked, stunned but still figuring Mr. V (who has never had a child of his own) deserved to get the news in a nice way, I left work mid-day and went home to tell him. Bought an HPT from Target and a “Daddy’s Little Princess” outfit. Peed on the stick and it INSTANTLY turned positive. When I got home, I put the stick in a ziplock and laid it with the outfit on his pillow. Needless to say, when he arrived home a few minutes later and saw it, he was just as shocked as I was. In fact, he thought I was punking him.

His mother REALLY thought we were going to call back and say April Fools. She is exceptionally concerned about the wedding, appearances, the fact that I now have a gorgeous dress I have to sell because, even though Alfred Angelo hasn’t delivered yet, it is Final, No Exchanges, No Refunds. Okay, so I’m super bummed about the wedding, too, but geez! She even sent an e-mail to her friends hoping she has their support during this rough time. Her friends came back and suggested a shotgun wedding and a reception later. Hmmph.

I did tell Mr. V that we should totally do a wedding picture with my Dad holding a fake gun to his head and me there with my pregnant belly. As for my parents, they were just happy to have a new grandchild. {unexpected reaction from them, actually!} They also said that if we want to move the wedding to August, they will deal and make it happen. They are supposed to help with some of the money and there’s the whole flying-from-Dubai thing…

Long story short (haha), because we were using birth control regularly, we have no idea how far along I am. I’m seeing the OB tomorrow morning and hope to have answers then. But best guess has me due sometime in November, which means I will be VERY pregnant on 10/10/10. I would rather move it to August but we will lose our entire deposit and have to repay to set another date. Mr. V wants to stick with 10/10/10. I warned him that pregnancies are unpredictable but, for now, I suppose we will go with that. And NOOOOO, I do not want to push it back.

So I understand that this is a blessing and I am getting happy about it but my first reaction was “Oh Shit!” I am super-busy at work, planning a wedding, etc. Don’t have time to be pregnant. Wah! But I’m adjusting. It would help 1) if I knew how far along I was and what the effect of continuing to use birth control when I had no idea may have had; 2) if I wasn’t feeling so crappy; and 3) if I had had time to prepare. I’m worried about vitamins and nutrition and hopeful that the folic acid in my vitamin was sufficient. Also hopeful that the few glasses of wine I had in the past few weeks haven’t hurt anything. Being in control (or thinking I am) is something I prefer. This has really tilted my world on its axis…