After ruling out all other options, the doctor finally said, “It’s probably the pregnancy.“ Eight hours after feeling the most horrible pain I have ever felt, and five hours of prodding and tests, this was the conclusion.
A few weeks before, I had been sitting in my bathroom anxiously looking at my watch, so sure that I was pregnant and that I would be bounding out into the living room with a smile on my face. Instead I came out confused. If these weren’t pregnancy symptoms, then what where they? A few days later I tried again. Nothing. A week after that, more nothing. I took five negative tests before deciding I would set an appointment anyway. By then, I was six weeks pregnant.