I am 6 weeks, 4days pregnant. Most women are just
finding out at about five or six weeks, I found out at three. It has been quite the
doozy. By no means was this a planned pregnancy however it was expected. A part
of the reason I was so anxious and tested so early was to prove to my partner that
he in fact got me pregnant. Apparently, I have been sharing quarters with a
gynecologist and had no idea! It was his argument that we should Not get the morning after pill because
“it’s impossible to get pregnant the first time. It would be preposterous to
have you assume that, that was our “first time” but it was the first time we
abandoned our method of birth control. We have practiced the “withdrawal
method” for the last year. And despite what some researchers might argue, we
had a 100% success rate. I’d put my name on it!
I’ve always been a bit lackadaisical when it came to
tracking my cycle and ovulation, partly because my body speaks rather loudly
whether I am listening or not. I know that when my boobs became swollen and
tender mid month that aunt Flow was due to arrive in about a week. The other
reason is that, in my mind ovulation tracking was for women that were trying to
become pregnant. My plan did not involve even the slightest consideration of
“trying” until I was at least 30, married for a few years, and the owner of a
quaint Oceanside home. Besides the “withdrawal method" had been so successful I
figured there was no need to bother.
In mid December, my partner with all his gynecological
expertise noticed that my "Bay Watch" boobs began to inflate earlier in recent
months than in the past. As usual he
complimented them and stared for several moments with boyish amazement that my
breast could grow from large grapefruits to small watermelons on a monthly
basis however oppose to immediately getting down to play as usual (for goodness
sake we were both aware of our five-day deadline), he says very matter-of-factly,
“Your menstrual cycle comes on every two weeks, is that normal? I could not
help but to chuckle at his exaggeration yet it made me begin to wonder.
Aunt Flow had been visiting my sister and I at the same
time since my cycle began, she just stayed with me a few days longer. But after having my IUD removed Flows visits
became more frequent over time. My annual exams were normal and I never missed
a visit or had multiple visits in a month so I did not think to be concerned
until my partner mentioned it. My in-home MD referred me to a specialist,
Google, MD. There is a plethora of
family planning tools on the Internet. There is everything from ovulation
trackers to resources for “Choosing a Surrogate”. Upon sifting through the
information I was able to punch in the start date of my last two periods and in
seconds I found that I have a 25-day cycle, my “window” of ovulation, and the start
date for my next three cycles. I shared this with my primary.
Both feeling informed and more in control than ever we
continued to make love as often as possible. We were concluding one of our
midweek, after work stress busters and I realized two things: the sheer
pleasure of a joint climax (a sacrifice of the withdrawal method) and the
second was the fact that the muffled stutter I heard just before I saw
fireworks was a call for back up. I whispered “You just got me pregnant.” His senses still
dulled, he smirked and said “You don’t start ovulating until tomorrow, as a
matter of fact not until the day after.”
