The trip to the bathroom that changed my life

August 11, 2011 § 32 Comments

Robert and I walked through the door, herding our love-deprived cats out of the way, heavy bags in hand. (A quick side note: the cats were totally not love-deprived–they had been well cared-for over the weekend while we were away. Thanks, sister!) We unloaded our arms, loved on the cats for a moment, and chomped our way greedily through the Publix subs we had picked up on the way home.

My bladder couldn’t stand it any longer. Robert likes to call me a camel–I can hold it like a damn champion. It started in grade school when it dawned on me just how gross the school bathrooms were, and just how much I preferred the cleanliness of our toilets at home. My strength only increased as I grew older and developed even more finely my disgust for urine-sprinkled seats, poorly-flushed bowls, and questionable wet flecks on toilet handles. Because of this extraordinarily strong bladder I have trained, I sometimes miss the early cues and warning signs…leaving me in an incredible lurch when a visit to the bathroom is not only necessary but immediately imminent. On this particular evening, the night before Robert’s 28th birthday, I found my bladder beginning to send uncomfortable urgent signals to my brain. I shot up off the couch and announced probably too loudly, “I have got to pee!” (As though I had been physically restrained by Robert. He shook his head and gave me an amused smile. He hates it when I wait until the absolute last minute before the need to go becomes an emergency.) I ran to the bathroom.

On the way, I had a thought.

While I sat on the toilet, I decided to keep myself occupied. I put my urine to work.

And then I counted to one-hundred twenty while I washed my hands.

I glanced over to my right and knew just then: this trip to the potty wasn’t going to just be any ol’ trip to the potty. This was the trip to the potty. The one I’d remember forever. The one that took place at 7 p.m. on June 5th.

The one where I found out that I was pregnant.

The positive sign was faint–I hadn’t missed my period yet. But it was there. Boy, was it there.

I grinned. I whispered, “Oh my God….” I laughed.

I grabbed the stick (wiping it off to make sure it wasn’t gross), snatched up the instructions, and walked back to Robert. I tried to hide my smile so that I didn’t give the surprise away. I handed him the instructions and the test, and he responded, “What am I looking at?” I laughed and pointed to the results indication on the instructions. His eyes lit up, and his grin rivaled mine.

“Happy birthday to me,” he laughed.

We hugged, cried, checked the test over and over.

But there it was, plain as day: we were going to have a baby.

I’ll be honest, friends. I took six home tests. On July 12th, I had my first prenatal appointment, which included another urine test. So technically, I took seven pregnancy tests. They all came back positive.

Baby Hab. is due on February 16th, although I’m hoping for Valentine’s Day. 🙂

I’m 13 weeks along, as of today. My absence from the blog can be explained by my overwhelming need to wait to make my online announcement about Baby Hab.’s conception. Robert and I told our parents and siblings on June 18th, and we called the rest of our extended family (grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins) on Father’s Day the 19th.

When I had to change my graduation plans on June 21st, I realized that I would have an incredibly difficult time not writing about my pregnancy before I intended to. So I decided to take an unannounced hiatus. In that time, you all have been incredibly supportive and sweet. Many of you have contacted me through comments to check on how I’m doing (great!), and a few of you even e-mailed me privately to extend a word of encouragement. From the bottom of my heart: thank you.

You may or may not recall from the June 21st blog post about graduation that one of the reasons I listed for slowing down was so that I wouldn’t cause any harm to my body. The baby is why. I didn’t want to endanger my pregnancy for the sake of attempting to meet this impossible new deadline. I know I’ve made the right decision.

So, to answer the potential questions I think I can rightly anticipate:

1. I’m feeling better now than I had been earlier. Around my fifth week, I started experiencing morning sickness and motion sickness. (By the way, that term “morning sickness” is a damn filthy lie. My nausea lasted all day long.) I never actually vomited, but every day I felt like it was imminent. These past few days have improved. My hunger pangs don’t feel like hunger, though–it’s just increased nausea. It’s incredibly difficult to force yourself to eat when you’re afraid you’ll be sick. (Today, though…blech. I woke up feeling really yucky. I’ve pretty much just kept myself on the couch today.)

2. My energy dropped down like you wouldn’t believe. I couldn’t keep my eyes open most of the time. Lately, though, I’ve started to feel my energy start to pick back up. I still knock out around 2:30 and sleep for about ten minutes (deeeeep, dream-filled sleep), but I spend most of my days awake now.

3. I haven’t written much on the dissertation. I’ve got almost 20 pages of writing on the last chapter, but I have really pumped the brakes. And I don’t feel guilty about it. At this rate, I’ll probably defend sometime in September, which is well ahead of the deadline to graduate in December. (Oh…I’ll be eight months pregnant at graduation, ha….)

Okay, that’s about all I can think of–please feel free to ask any other questions as they come up! 🙂 I’ll either answer on the blog, or (if it’s of a more personal nature) I’ll contact you privately.

Thanks again for your continuing support. I’m thrilled to be back.

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§ 32 Responses to The trip to the bathroom that changed my life

  • limr says:

    I was really glad to click over to your blog to find that you were back, and then really happy for you as I read why you’d been gone! It’s a relief to know your hiatus was for such a happy occasion 🙂 Congratulations to you and your husband! And welcome back! I know I’m not the only one who missed your presence in the blogosphere.

  • Tim says:

    You had perfect timing…I needed a reminder of good things to come today :-). Congratulations, again, to both of you!

    • Mrs. H. says:

      Aw, well, I’m glad I could help cheer you up. 🙂 I hope your day brightened even more and that everything is okay. You know how to reach me whenever you need to talk. 🙂

      • Tim says:

        That Thursday and Friday were just a couple of rough days – Jen’s maternal grandmother slipped into a coma on Thursday, the 11th, and passed on Friday, the 12th, and I was feeling generally down because I couldn’t be there to comfort Jen until Friday. It was a very good day to be reminded of your wonderful news.

      • Mrs. H. says:

        Oh, I’m so sorry to hear it, Tim. 😦 That really must have been doubly hard because you weren’t able to be there with Jen. I’m sure she understood and still felt your presence anyway. Please pass along my condolences to Jen. 😦

  • Lisa (Woman Wielding Words) says:

    I am so FREAKING excited for you. First I was excited to see that you had posted again. I’ve been wondering/worrying but didn’t want to harass you. Then to find out that Baby Hab is on the way . . . I am practically in tears. Now, I am voting for Feb. 15th, as that is my Sarah’s birthday.

    Enjoy the journey!

    Big hugs. ❤

    • Mrs. H. says:

      Haha, thanks Lisa! Sorry I couldn’t have been more forthcoming when you e-mailed me a while back. Trust me, it was difficult! But I am so appreciative of your sweet words! 🙂 I have a couple of votes for the 15th, actually. Maybe a birthday the day after Valentine’s Day would be pretty cool, too! (And if Sarah is any indication, it seems that Feb. 15th babies are just pretty darn cool kids. :))

      • Lisa (Woman Wielding Words) says:

        She can be cool. She can also be a stubborn pain in the butt, but I love her anyway. 😉 I think the 15th is better because then she can celebrate her birthday separate from the valentine’s day celebrations at school. One year, her teacher wanted to combine them, but I didn’t let her. That’s like the poor kids born on Christmas. Fun story though, I went into labor on the evening of the 14th. I was supposed to be at a showing of the Vagina Monologues, but I hadn’t been feeling well and it was an hour away, so we didn’t go. But I really wish we had gone. I would have loved to be able to say, “Excuse me, I hate to stop the show, but something is about to come out of my Vagina so I have to go.” 😀

  • Okay, Amanda, I am beside-myself-happy for you! This is brillaint, beautiful, amazing news. I was a bit worried about you, but, gosh, this is the best news ever! Congrats to you and Robert!
    Big Happy Hugs,

  • Lacy says:

    Such exciting news! I, too, was really worried about you, but this is the best possible reason for taking a blogging leave of absence. Congratulations to you both!

  • jacquelincangro says:

    Congratulations! What happy, exciting news. I was wondering where you’d gone and I’m glad to know that this lovely news was the reason.

  • Tori Nelson says:

    Oh Mama Hab! I’m too stinking excited (and so glad this was the reason behind your blogging absence).

  • V. Dub says:

    Glad the cat’s out of the bag! Happy dance!

  • Cori says:

    I was so excited to see the notice about a new post that I clicked right over (normally I read it over e-mail), and I am so glad I did! Congratulations to you both–I am so excited for you! Also, this was a very sweet story to read. 🙂

  • Jack says:

    OMG! Congratulations you guys!!!!!

  • Tawnysha Greene says:

    Wow! So glad you’re back…and what news!!! I am so happy for you and Robert! Congrats!!

  • Tonia says:

    I’m a bit late on catching up, but WOO HOO! How exciting 🙂

  • petthedog says:

    I’m so excited for you friend! This is wonderful =)

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