When Israel and I were lying in bed a few nights before I finally took a home pregnancy test, I randomly mentioned, "I still haven't started my period." He looked at me and asked if I was worried. I semi-lied and said, "No... I'm just sayin'."
He went on to say it was probably nothing-- I had recently received two days worth of steroid treatments for the MS exacerbation I was having. I had also been taking amphetamines for the narcolepsy, which I had promptly quit taking at Israel's request. All those things could have put my body through stress that would make me late. I nodded my agreement, but still didn't believe it. Afterall, I had always been on several different intense medications... and had never been more than a couple days late. I was going on 6 days late!
Over the next couple days, I started noticing other little things. My boobs had been hurting for weeks -- much like premenstrual aching, but without the menstruation spelling it off. I was peeing more frequently, and I was eating... A LOT. In the morning, I would get random cravings for stupid things. As a person who has never really been a breakfast person, this was abnormal. And I'm not just talking a couple pieces of toast and a cup of coffee-- I'm talking an entire spread: bowl of cereal, toast, cut up fruit, orange juice, AND coffee. Even the secretary at work began to notice.
So finally one day when I went home for lunch, I asked Israel as I was leaving, "So... how long do you think I should wait before I bite the bullet and take a pregnancy test?" Again he asked if I was really that worried. I told him I wasn't, but that if I did happen to be pregnant, there were certain lifestyle changes that needed to happen ASAP. I reminded him that I'd never been more than a couple days late with my period, despite lots of medications, and that I was going on 8 days late.
When I got home from work, I was pretty much greeted with a large glass of water and a hug. He had a pregnancy test ready for me and wanted me to drink up so I could pee. I was nervous. Incredibly. But at this point, I was almost more nervous that it would be negative-- and I had started convincing myself that it either was or wasn't... So... I was scared of a negative result and was fairly certain it would be negative. Israel, being a videographer and all, pulls out the video camera... as I chastised him for trying to film me peeing on a stick, he ignored my attempts at closing the bathroom door on him and continued (filling the video with commentary when the door was shut on him). I finished, set the test down, and tried to wash my hands without looking at it. I was convinced I was going to wait the entire 2 minutes before looking for that little line. I failed. Instinctively, I looked over at it. Israel was again trying to peep his head (and camera) into the bathroom.
"Oh crap."
I left Israel wondering with his camera in hand as I pushed past him and left the bathroom to dry my hands on the towel in the bedroom. My head was spinning with different emotions and feelings. By the time I got back to the bathroom, Israel had figured it out.
His smile extended about as far as it could... He was so excited!
He turned the video camera on himself...
"I am so happy right now! This is quite possibly the happiest day of my life."
He went on to say it was probably nothing-- I had recently received two days worth of steroid treatments for the MS exacerbation I was having. I had also been taking amphetamines for the narcolepsy, which I had promptly quit taking at Israel's request. All those things could have put my body through stress that would make me late. I nodded my agreement, but still didn't believe it. Afterall, I had always been on several different intense medications... and had never been more than a couple days late. I was going on 6 days late!
Over the next couple days, I started noticing other little things. My boobs had been hurting for weeks -- much like premenstrual aching, but without the menstruation spelling it off. I was peeing more frequently, and I was eating... A LOT. In the morning, I would get random cravings for stupid things. As a person who has never really been a breakfast person, this was abnormal. And I'm not just talking a couple pieces of toast and a cup of coffee-- I'm talking an entire spread: bowl of cereal, toast, cut up fruit, orange juice, AND coffee. Even the secretary at work began to notice.
So finally one day when I went home for lunch, I asked Israel as I was leaving, "So... how long do you think I should wait before I bite the bullet and take a pregnancy test?" Again he asked if I was really that worried. I told him I wasn't, but that if I did happen to be pregnant, there were certain lifestyle changes that needed to happen ASAP. I reminded him that I'd never been more than a couple days late with my period, despite lots of medications, and that I was going on 8 days late.
When I got home from work, I was pretty much greeted with a large glass of water and a hug. He had a pregnancy test ready for me and wanted me to drink up so I could pee. I was nervous. Incredibly. But at this point, I was almost more nervous that it would be negative-- and I had started convincing myself that it either was or wasn't... So... I was scared of a negative result and was fairly certain it would be negative. Israel, being a videographer and all, pulls out the video camera... as I chastised him for trying to film me peeing on a stick, he ignored my attempts at closing the bathroom door on him and continued (filling the video with commentary when the door was shut on him). I finished, set the test down, and tried to wash my hands without looking at it. I was convinced I was going to wait the entire 2 minutes before looking for that little line. I failed. Instinctively, I looked over at it. Israel was again trying to peep his head (and camera) into the bathroom.
"Oh crap."
I left Israel wondering with his camera in hand as I pushed past him and left the bathroom to dry my hands on the towel in the bedroom. My head was spinning with different emotions and feelings. By the time I got back to the bathroom, Israel had figured it out.
His smile extended about as far as it could... He was so excited!
He turned the video camera on himself...
"I am so happy right now! This is quite possibly the happiest day of my life."
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