There are very few times in my life when I’ve been this anxious. As a child I remember waiting up all night for Christmas or my birthday. I remember being nervous about exams in high school and college. But, I don’t recall restless nights spent dreaming about the results of a test! (The one exception to this was two years ago when I waited to take a home pregnancy test for the first time.)
So, there I sat at the start of this week: awake, nervous, anxious and so very hopeful. Then I took “the test.” The magical test in which two lines appeared! Then the other magical test where I saw a much awaited “+” sign. Apparently, those faint lines last week were more than just figments of my imagination. I’d probably have taken 100 more just to confirm if I’d have had them at my disposal. Then, nearly bursting with laughter and excitement I showed the results to Rob, who I think was relieved, nervous, and of course, excited.
So, in a nutshell, we’re going to have a baby! That wonderful news floated around me like a cloud throughout the day. I didn’t exactly feel pregnant. No morning sickness. No weird food aversions. Such a dramatic change from my first pregnancy. With Jacob, the nausea set in long before I even took the test. But, sure enough, the lines showed up on the stick and by now they were even dark lines. So, I guess it’s true. We’re really going to have a baby!
As the week progressed I slowly began to feel a few of those old feelings. Like when I found myself freezing in the middle of a hot summer day. My pregnancy with Jacob began in the heat of Florida’s Walt Disney World yet I couldn’t find enough clothing in my suitcase to keep me warm toward the end of my vacation. I must be weird. I’m the only pregnant woman I know to get cold. Every other mom-to-be seems to be constantly overheated. Not me. I began putting an extra blanket on the bed, turning off all air conditioning and wearing long sleeves and pants when everyone else around me desperately seeks a cold swimming pool and an ice tea. Unfortunately for my hot-blooded husband and son, it appears that either I’m uncomfortable or they are. We’ll see how this pregnancy goes. With Jacob I began to freeze on about day 10, stayed cool all summer, and didn’t warm up until about 48 hours after he was born, in the middle of winter.