It's a....

So I went back and forth for about 30 seconds on whether to post this...this blog is all about being unapologetic, right?  People are going to have their opinions no matter what I post or don't post.  I might as well keep it real.

If you recall from this post, we opted to go with the non-invasive prenatal testing to scan for genetic defects.  One of the added bonuses is that you can find out the gender when you get your results.  We knew we were going to find out gender - it was never a question with us - so finding out earlier than the 20 week anatomy scan was a plus.

The Announcement

I don't like being the center of attention.  In fact, I hate it.  I like to fly under the radar and just do my thing.  My motto is "leave me alone."  You know what happens when you get knocked up?  You cannot escape attention.  It's quite literally my nightmare.

Testing...Testing....

Congratulations, you're pregnant.  Now here's 3,000 brochures about all of the different diseases/abnormalities/issues that can come up with your tiny helpless fetus.  You must now decide what you want to be tested for.  Ready...go!

Shit can stop getting real now

So when you find out that you're pregnant you immediately start to think about the next steps.  1) I have to tell my husband...he'll probably want to know, right?  2) I need to schedule an appointment with the doctor.  3) I assume it's reasonable to wait until I'm clearly showing to tell everyone else around me.  4) Oh shit this is really happening.

Shit just got real...

I thought that the two week wait between when you can get pregnant and when you can take the test would feel like forever.  That's no match to how long it feels waiting the minutes after you pee on a stick to see what it's going to say.  It's amazing how much anxiety one little stick can give you.  What if it says no?  What if it says yes?!