First day of last period. 11-07-05 (Monday) Wake up in the middle of the night with a spot on my underwear. Put on a pad, tell Sean I got my period, and go back to sleep. The next morning - no blood. Later in the day - no blood. It's not my period. Do some research on Google (bleeding + early pregnancy) and voila - implantation bleeding. Upon further inspection, it was not blood at all, but pinkish-brownish clear. I was so tired in the middle of the night I hadn't noticed that it wasn't red. I tell Sean about this when he gets home and we agree not to get our hopes up until Wednesday, which is the last day I expect my period for that cycle. 11-09-05 (Wednesday) No period still - and that implantation bleeding was at the exact right time. I know that's what it was. I go to Shoppers Drug Mart and buy a two-pack of First Response pregnancy tests, asking the clerk to wish me luck (she did).
We decided who to tell, and when. We decide to wait to tell all the Culvers at Christmas, since we will be there in person. We call Joe and local family. We decide to tell Jon & Amy when I go down to Seattle that weekend. 11-10-05 (Thursday) Went to visit Dave and Debra and they take me on a shopping trip to Capers (where Dave works) and they buy me vitamins and a few cheeses that I'm actually allowed to eat. 11-11-05 (Friday) Took a second test upon waking, and it lit up faster than the last test did. We try to call Sean's Mom (Margeret) before I have to leave for Seattle, but her phone is busy. At the train station I buy a pregnancy book and Fit Pregnancy magazine. Still no symptoms of being pregnant. 11-12-05 (Saturday)
11-15-05 Things like digestion and pooping are becoming difficult. As is having any energy between noon and three. 11-16-05 Worst new doctor's appointment EVER. She ended up telling me she refuses to accept any patient who wants to do a home birth because she finds them RIDICULOUS. Her words. She closes my file and I walk out. Family Practice my ass. She's had more plastic surgery than Melanie Griffith. 11-20-05 Dad calls to tell me some very sad news (Molly killed herself last week - I didn't know her very well, but she's the daughter of a very dear friend of my Dad's, who I've mentioned on this site multiple times - I got to meet her again last January and I was totally stoked about hanging out with her, but we lost touch soon after that). After we chat for a while, then I talk to Kay, then I talk to Todd, who's home for Thanksgiving break. At some point I ask Todd, "Okay, so what's the schedule for Christmas? You graduate the 17th, then when do you get to Florida?" And Todd says "Mom & I will be there the 27th; your Dad doesn't get there till the 4th." "The FOURTH?!?" "The fourth" "Of... JANUARY??" Gaaaahhhhhhhhhh. So much for my telling Dad at Christmas in Florida. I had it all planned out, too. He has a brass keychain that I got him in 1984 that's engraved with "Russ" on one side and "Dad" on the other, and it's STILL his only keychain. I was gonna replace it with the same exact one, only it would say "Russ" and "GRANDPA", and have him open it with the whole family gathered around. "Put my Dad back on the phone" Dad explained that he couldn't work out the schedule with the shelter/kennel, and he tried, and we will in fact miss each other in Florida, and I'm going "NO! DAD! NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" and at one point I yelled "You're RUINING EVERYTHING!" and he said "Well I don't know about THAT" and I said "NO! DAD! THAT'S WHEN I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU THAT I'M PREGNANT!" "You ARE? Right NOW?" Then I tried saying "I was gonna get you that keychain and have you open it in Florida and..." But he said "I can't hear you because Kay's screaming." It was awesome. I think the funnest thing about being pregnant is being able to tell people you're pregnant (it certainly ain't the pooping). When Kay got back on the phone she said "You were on the phone with us for 40 minutes and didn't TELL US?!?" I asked that Dad tell the rest of the Culvers at the Thanksgiving dinner at Burt & Alene's. All my aunts & uncles and cousins would be there (except for Nancy's family in California), as well as my Grandma & Grandpa. I also made the same deal with Mom, since she was having her whole side of the family at her house for Thanksgiving this year. So both families, about 45 minutes apart, would be finding out on the same night. 11-21-05 Got laid off from my job. I knew, when I found out that I was pregnant, I would have to get another job, that was not part-time and paid under the table. I need to pay into the benefits for the parental leave! But they beat me to it, and Monday afternoon I found myself jobless. This stressed out Sean very much. I called Mom, and called Dad, and assured them that everything would be fine, and ANY job that was legit where I could pay my employment insurance would be fine, and it's Christmas, so maybe I'll just hit some retail shops and take it easy. 45 minutes later Mom calls me. She and Dad are flying me home to Indiana for Thanksgiving. Wednesday morning I leave. 11-27-05
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