Maybe baby!
So, I had a relapse of mono, I'm sure. Got some hard-core medication that kicked it out in a week. I'm still fighting it off a bit, but it's no where like it was last time. (I don't get it...thought you only got that like once or twice?) Ha. I got it twice in two months. Dang. Well. Anyway. I was at my appointment and had a PAP test and got prescriptions refilled, yadda yadda. ha. So then I had to have an ultrasound. (Note: I haven't had my period since November...confusing.) I had the normal ultrasound on the belly, her jabbing it around me with the warm jelly, as I had a very full bladder. That's what I had to have for that -- to see better. THEN. The lady does a transvaginal ultrasound. Much less fun. I had to get in a gown. I was very sick of having probes shoved up me. So I had this probe up me for a half hour as I was in a frog position. Incredible.
Well, she's checking it out and she says "Hmm..." a bit confused/shocked. And I thought that they found a cyst. Yay! And then...
HEARTBEATS!
I honestly couldn't tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking "My parents are going to kill me. I can't go through pregnancy. What am I gonna do with a kid while in college?" My mouth dropped open, my head darted at the screen on the ultra sound, and I stopped breathing. It was the slowest 10 seconds of my life, I swear to you.
Then the lady saw me and laughed. What is funny about that? Nothing is funny about that! Not cool. Don't laugh at this heartbeat and my reaction to a shattering future. Not shattering, I"m just being dramatic. Well, unplanned pregnancy. VERY unplanned.
Extremely unplanned.
Nearly impossible, really.
She tells me "I'm listening to the blood flow of your uterus. That heartbeat is your blood pumping in your veins."
I nearly died.
She was killing me.
I mean, after all...I was coming to the conclusion that I was having THE Immaculate Conception...number 2!
Gah.
Uncool.
I walked out of there wondering if sex was that awkward. And then I ruled out a big machine next to me, a woman, a plastic probe, hot jelly, gowns, stirrups, and bloodflow in my uterus...and then I came to the conclusion that I'll find that out on my wedding night, providing I ever get married.
I may become a nun. Who knows. I'm Catholic, not so much into all their practices...a little silly compared to other Christian denominations. Oh well. It could be possible. Let's just hope I'm not living under the parish of a hot priest.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Well, she's checking it out and she says "Hmm..." a bit confused/shocked. And I thought that they found a cyst. Yay! And then...
HEARTBEATS!
I honestly couldn't tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking "My parents are going to kill me. I can't go through pregnancy. What am I gonna do with a kid while in college?" My mouth dropped open, my head darted at the screen on the ultra sound, and I stopped breathing. It was the slowest 10 seconds of my life, I swear to you.
Then the lady saw me and laughed. What is funny about that? Nothing is funny about that! Not cool. Don't laugh at this heartbeat and my reaction to a shattering future. Not shattering, I"m just being dramatic. Well, unplanned pregnancy. VERY unplanned.
Extremely unplanned.
Nearly impossible, really.
She tells me "I'm listening to the blood flow of your uterus. That heartbeat is your blood pumping in your veins."
I nearly died.
She was killing me.
I mean, after all...I was coming to the conclusion that I was having THE Immaculate Conception...number 2!
Gah.
Uncool.
I walked out of there wondering if sex was that awkward. And then I ruled out a big machine next to me, a woman, a plastic probe, hot jelly, gowns, stirrups, and bloodflow in my uterus...and then I came to the conclusion that I'll find that out on my wedding night, providing I ever get married.
I may become a nun. Who knows. I'm Catholic, not so much into all their practices...a little silly compared to other Christian denominations. Oh well. It could be possible. Let's just hope I'm not living under the parish of a hot priest.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!