It’s official! After unofficially trying for another little one since my six-weeks-postpartum appointment, and after scheduling a doctor’s appointment for this coming month to see if I’m still ovulating, we have unequivocal evidence that my ovaries are indeed fully operational. That evidence came in the form of a positive pregnancy test after Chris determined my period was five days late.
I had noticed for a few days that I had to pee an awful lot, but I blamed it on the Cherry Vanilla Diet Cokes I’d been drinking. I’d also noticed that they tasted funny, but maybe we just got a stale batch, I reasoned.
Nope, the reason for the peeing and the funny tastes had nothing to do with Coke, stale or no, and everything to do with the wee embryo swimming, unbeknownst to me, in my uterus.
If only I’d thought to take the test 30 minutes later, it would have been a bona fide birthday present. I’m still considering it one, of course. And better still, the baby looks like it could be an anniversary present, as he or she is due on Jan. 1