Ok, so many of you have heard the news. But I thought I would give you the story. Now that I can talk about it without crying uncontrollably.
I have been on birth control pills for the past 12 years. Have never missed one, didn't have any problems with it. So, in March I went in for my routine yearly. The doctor and I were talking about alternative BC methods. There was a newer thing that implants into your arm called the Implanon. I was in love with it as soon as I heard about it. It is good for 3 years, and no taking a pill everyday. Besides, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure, and the Implanon was safer for that.
So, I was at the doctors office, Implanon open on the table, and gown ready for me, when the assistant came in and said "Hey, it's routine we do a pregnancy test." I had NO WORRIES that this wouldn't be just some routine thing. Until I sat there for 15 minutes waiting for them to come back. I am starting to get worried. The doctor was scared to come into my room. And I knew. I immediately started crying hysterically!!!!! I was pissed, and upset, and overwhelmed, and scared, and pissed, and mad. I couldn't believe it.
I finally got a hold of Scott. Told him to get to the doc office ASAP. I was panicking. So my GYN does a pelvic and tells me "I think you're at least 6-8 weeks!" WHAT??!! Then 3 other people come in, they are all trying to hug me and comfort me (thanks for trying but they failed miserably). I am transferred to the Imaging center to do a more thorough ultrasound. Good news...GYN was wrong I wasn't 6-8 weeks pregnant.......I WAS 13 WEEKS PREGNANT!!!!!!
So, long story...kinda short. It was a day I will never forget. I cried for a week. I am just now getting to the point where I tell myself "can't do anything about it, might as well start planning." I still sit and think what in the world. But I mostly am bummed because I am afraid that this will interfere with spending time and being involved with Graison & Baylee through their high school and jr high careers.
So, we are due in November. Which falls right into our line of birthdays (we have a July, August, September, and October now). We do know that this has to be meant to be. That we were supposed to have this baby. It just has turned us upside down.
I have already told my doctors that I will not leave the hospital unless I either have a hysterectomy or an Implant in my arm. But with the odds of getting preggo on the pill (99.9%) I would rather have something a little more permanent!!!
