I'm pregnant.





Turns out I did not get my period on Friday, or on Saturday morning. I also realized that my doctor had not told me what to do with the progesterone pills if I did not get it on Friday. Luckily, she was on call this weekend. She said that I could take one pill that night, and then should take an HPT on Sunday morning (yesterday). If it was negative, stop taking the pills, and if it was positive, keep taking them.

I hate HPTs.

But, faced with orders from a higher authority, I woke up at 4:45AM Sunday morning ("first morning urine" comes bright and early around here!), went into the bathroom, peed on the stick, and then amused myself for the requisite 3 minutes by reading the package insert. All the while, I was silently chanting, "It's negative, it's negative, it's negative," trying to goad my defensive pessimism into action

Finally, I forced myself to look over at the inevitable result and----two lines.

TWO LINES!

I have NEVER had two lines before in my life! Granted, one was lighter than the other, but still plain as day, even from several steps away. Nevertheless, on the offchance the stress had caused me to hallucinate, I grabbed the stick, ran into the bedroom, flipped on the overhead light, and demanded of my husband, "Look! There! Two lines, right? You see two lines, don't you???" My poor husband--I had woken him directly out of Stage 4 sleep, and it took him awhile to orient. But eventually, he was able to focus his eyes and confirmed that yes, indeed, it was two lines.

Well. So I am extremely happy, but still feeling somewhat cautious, especially since two of my close friends had miscarriages during the first trimester. Also, I had my daily freak-out today after I realized that my doctor prescribed me a Diflucan tablet (oral yeast infection medication) last week--when I was unknowingly pregnant. Diflucan is not usually recommended for pregnant women, because in animal studies, it has been found to cause defects. However, (thank god for Google thank god thank god) I read that these defects occurred only at dosage levels 20-60 times that given to humans. So, I'm managing, precariously, to hold onto the belief that I have not, in the first 8 days of my pregnancy, unwittingly done irreversible structural damage to my poor fetus.

My first obstetric appointment is on Friday. I can't believe I've actually made it to this point. But here I am...