Pregnant, Not Pregnant, and Finally Pregnant!
Well the title fits this situation to the T. Back in October, my stepmom gave birth to my dad’s twelfth kid, a little girl named Alicia. Well, the family was happy and everything was great; we were happy for another addition to our family for the holidays. Well, right before Thanksgiving, my brother told my family that he and his girlfriend where having a baby. That surprised us. I didn’t think I could be pregnant because I was diagnosed with Poly cystic Ovarian Syndrome and I had researched that it would take fertility treatments and years to get pregnant but I went to Planned Parenthood and they did a routine pregnancy test and guess what, a big fat POSITIVE! I was ecstatic and completely shocked. They gave me a list of OB/GYN’s and a prescription for my prenatal vitamins and I was so happy.
I went home with the news which was a double shock for my dad who had just became a father for the twelfth time and now he was going to be a grandpa twice in the same year. Well three days later I was rushed to the E.R. because I was bleeding, cramping, and I could barely move. They did a pregnancy test and a blood test and both were NEGATIVE … what the hell? I was confused and scared and I thought that I had lost my pregnancy, but the doctor didn’t diagnose it as a miscarriage, so I went home crying after I had just made pink and blue cupcakes the night before.
Well, my doctor’s appointment wasn’t until December 28th, so I waited those next three weeks to find out. I went there and relief … I was pregnant for fourteen weeks. My next appointment would be on January 26th to find out weather it was a boy or a girl. Well I missed my appointment but on February 1st I found out that I am having a little girl and my brother’s girlfriend is having a boy. So even after three urine tests and one blood test telling me I wasn’t pregnant, I am—and now my daughter will be here in seventeen weeks!