“Do you know you are pregnant?” the radiologist asked as she was giving me an ultrasound. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I was’, I thought. There I was; two home pregnancy tests, three doctor’s visits and four blood tests later- all negative. Now this woman is telling me that I’m pregnant.
Backtrack- I met a wonderful man two years earlier at work (I know, what a cliché), anyway he asked me on a breakfast date and it was lovely. We extended our date to lunch and even included a game of mini golf.
“So what can you tell me about yourself?” I asked innocently.
“Well, I have a four year old daughter”, he replied.
“That’s great!” I said, my head was in a tailspin and I thought ‘well that’s it, date is over; I never have to see this guy again.’
Needless to say we saw each other a lot more after that date.
I met his daughter a while later and she is the most wonderful girl I have ever met. We have learnt, argued, cried, laughed, baked and grew together through the years.
I didn’t think that I would have my own child so soon though (I fell pregnant at 21), but he has turned out to be a blessing in my life.
We basically skipped over the first three months of his existence. We were doing hectic renovations to our home; we gutted the kitchen, bathroom and lounge. I had every single symptom to back up my pregnancy, but no pregnancy test was positive. Doctors told me it was IBS, stress from the renovation or a bowel related disease- hence the vomiting. It was so severe that I hardly left the house for two months. Talk about morning, noon and night sickness.
After three months I had enough and went to a local hospital where they did three further blood tests for pregnancy (negative again) and decided to do a colonoscopy the next day as my family has a history of colon cancer.
After I found out I was pregnant I called my love (who was in a business meeting at the time) and told him “It’s not cancer, it’s a baby.”