Starting a new medication when there’s a slight chance you may be pregnant is not something to do if you’re somewhat anxiety ridden about the whole pregnancy issue. Obviously there is the fear of a three legged baby, or maybe not even a baby, maybe one of those fuzzy things from Star Trek could come popping out towards the end of November.
No, my problem lies within the fact that I attribute nausea to pregnancy. Can you blame me really? I didn’t realize when I started barfing 18 times a day at 4 weeks I was just getting warmed up. So even when a common side effect to a medication is nausea I still blame a blastocyst forming in the dark corners of my womb.
PMS should have done me in this week. (Which usually means Cody cowering in a corner and me shrieking obscenities while wielding some sort of meat on a bone .) But when it never reared its ugly head I blamed pregnancy. Not the mood elevating drugs I just happened to start in heavy doses two weeks ago.
And then the peeing. OH WITH THE PEEING. Maybe I do pee a lot and just don’t pay attention. But whether it was pill, perceived or pregnancy I was peeing a lot more than usual.
I can’t even say it was pregnancy. It wasn’t. It was just me hoping that it was pregnancy. Making the symptoms fit the diagnosis I wanted it to be. How do I know it’s not pregnancy? Well duh, like every other woman knows it’s not pregnancy. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t sneak into the bathroom in the early hours for the last few days to pee on a stick hoping that by will and determination I could convince it to be positive.
Even though immediately after peeing on the last negative pregnancy test I felt the first pangs of cramping (thanks Universe), I still checked the test an hour later to see if it had changed its mind.
On the bright side? Thanks to the true culprit of all my nausea and occasional vomiting, the medication I’m taking, I will not be a raging hormonal hag for once.