When I decided to leave my ex husband I knew I wanted a child. I researched clinics for artificial insemination and speak donors. I knew I had a small window of time to get pregnant. I knew I could always meet a guy later. I decided to date a little and have fun. Then I met Kip. I never expected to fall head over heels about someone, especially so quickly. We started dating and felt instantly attracted to one another. There was a real physical connection.
We decided to wait to sleep together. That was new for me. I’d always been impulsive, even sexually. But I loved that Kip wanted us to have an emotional connection too and so we waited.
I decided to go back on the pill. I didn’t use birth control with my ex and never got pregnant. He already had 2 kids so I automatically thought there was something wrong with me. I thought the pill would be a good back up plan, just in case…
So we waited 2 and a half weeks to have sex. We went out with a group of Kip’s friends for a birthday. We laughed. We flirted. We drank. We went to Kip’s and finally were intimate and it was amazing. I knew I was falling in love.
The following weeks were a whirlwind. We saw each other everyday. We sat up late at night and talked. We kissed. We made love. We danced. I met his friends. It was everything I dreamed of in a relationship and more.
Then I realized I was late. Like 3 weeks late. There was no way I could be pregnant, right? I was 37, never pregnant, on the pill, in a new relationship. Being pregnant would be cray, unreal, and a dream come true.
I snuck out of my parents house at 7am and went to the grocery store to get a pregnancy test. My stomach was doing so many somersaults I had the runs. Surely I wasn’t pregnant.
I got got home and peed on the stick. There is was, a plus sign. I was knocked up. Still in shock and certain that the store brand test had a greater margin of error I took another test. The same plus sign popped up. Pregnant. After throwing up – not sure if from the news or the onset of morning sickness I called my doctor convinced I had the flu. It was July…
well the doctor confirmed it – congrats! You’re at least 5 weeks pregnant.
Crap! I got exactly what I prayed for..,what am I going to do now?