Why would anyone want to get pregnant during a pandemic?? I heard that so many times before I decided to share the news that I was pregnant. Every time someone said it, it stung. Or “I would hate to be pregnant right now.” Listen, I get it, I know it, I feel it and I am living the fear that you are so relieved to not be living through.
The truth is we found out we were pregnant right before sh*t hit the fan. My husband and I decided we would try to start a family at the end of this year (2020). I went in to see the gyno in early February to get off of birth control. I had an IUD so I needed to go in to have it removed. Knowing that it could possibly take months even up to a year for your body to clear itself of the hormones, the plan was to allow my body to get a rest from the birth control before trying to conceive.
During my doctor appointment, I remember her saying “come back when you skip your period.” I remember thinking, “Pfff, see you in a very long while doc. That’s not going to happen until the end of the year.” Boy was I wrong! After having the IUD removed in early February, I got my first period a couple of weeks later. Then March came, but my period didn’t. There’s no way. This can’t be. It could take months, right? Even years for some? I had always had fears that getting pregnant wouldn’t come easy for me. I had spent most of my adult life on birth control, ever since I was twenty years old. So naturally, it wouldn’t be that easy….right?
When I didn’t get my period in March, I just knew. I was only a few days late and something in my bones was telling me I needed to take a pregnancy test. I didn’t say anything to my husband and I took a test. Is that a positive? I couldn’t tell. The second line was pretty faint so it was confusing. So I waited a few days, still no period. I decided I needed to take another test. I wish I could be one of those women who has the will power to keep it to herself and then come up with a cute way to surprise her husband with the news. I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t not tell him, I was freaking out. I needed his moral support and I wanted him in the process with me and also I wanted him freaking out there with me. I didn’t want to be there alone. So I told my husband what had already happened and we decided to run to the pharmacy together to pick up another test. I really wanted to make sure so I took a few tests. They were all a faint positive. It was time to make doctor’s appointment.
When I made it in to see the doctor, they did a pee test and as the nurse said the results were “clear as day,” I was pregnant. At that point I was about four weeks along. It was too early to do any other testing so they scheduled me to return two weeks later, at six weeks. The next few days were an emotional roller coaster. It still felt so surreal, I didn’t feel pregnant and my brain hadn’t quite processed the information yet. And then I started bleeding. I did a lot of research and found that spotting is normal in the beginning so I didn’t worry too much. The spotting continued in to the next week and there was a couple of nights where I was in extreme pain. I was having really bad abdominal and leg pain. It felt like a bad period. That’s when I started to really worry. I called the doctor and they got me in a couple of days before my six week follow up to get a blood test. They wouldn’t be able to tell me if I was having a miscarriage until my blood results came back and until they were able to give me a vaginal ultrasound at my next appointment.
The next few days were such an emotional rollercoaster. I hadn’t even began accepting that I was pregnant and now I thought I was losing the pregnancy. The baby news I hadn’t even fully celebrated or believed to be real now felt like it was slipping away. How could this be? I was beginning to mourn a loss for something I barely ever had. I didn’t even know how to feel, I was confused as to how to feel. I told myself that maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was the Universe saying it wasn’t the right time. The world was scary and unsafe and maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, not yet. I spent the next few days convincing myself that it was ok and it wasn’t the time.
Lets talk about the pandemic. It really has made the normal nerves of finding out you’re pregnant even bigger. My husband wasn’t (and still hasn’t been) able to accompany me to any of my appointments. Before I was allowed to even enter the office, I had to call the office and be questioned on whether I had been out of town, whether i’ve been in contact with anyone who has tested positive for COVID-19 and whether I had had a fever in the last couple of weeks. Once you answer all of those questions, they have to do a temperature check before letting you through the front door. Once you’re inside, everyone is wearing a face mask. It felt like the weirdest thing. I was reminded of some weird dystopian society like in The Handmaid's Tale.
A couple of days after coming in for the blood work I had my appointment for my very first ultrasound. The moment of truth, is the pregnancy viable. I was so nervous. It was a new weird experience made even weirder by the face mask I had to wear during the exam. They pulled up the images on the big TV screen and it didn’t look like anything. I couldn’t tell if it was good news or bad news. Then the ultrasound technician confirmed, there was a heartbeat. I was still pregnant. My baby made it. It wasn’t the wrong time, it wasn’t not meant to be.