6.19.15
On Friday, I left work early for a doctors appointment. On the way there, I stopped at CVS for a few random makeup items, and as an afterthought, a pregnancy test. After checking out, I scurried to the back of the store to unleash a furious stream of urine unto the seemingly harmless little stick. It didn't take the full two minutes estimated for the results to indicate that I am, in fact, with child. My hands shook from that point until long after my scheduled med check. I told my boyfriend in the Community Health parking lot. His reaction was guarded, as he wasn't sure how I was taking to the realization that this was a real thing (I've been avidly AGAINST getting pregnant, my entire life). I called my OB to make an appointment, & it was then that the nurse estimated I was about five & a half weeks... & that we'd be listening for a heartbeat at my 8 week appointment on July 16th. It was awe-inspiring & humbling, to realize that in under a month the tiny creature nesting in my belly would be developed enough to have a heartbeat. Not to mention I'd only just found out. Excitement set it.