As I am sure you've gathered from my last couple posts life has changed for me a lot in the time I broke away from this blog. That didn't mean I wasn't writing though. I plan to catch everyone up on my journey in the weeks to come. It has been a crazy roller-coaster of a ride but I have made it through extremely blessed.
Summer of 2011 was one marked of contentment. I had finally reached a point where I was not only ok with M and I being a single couple with no kids but was truly enjoying that season in life. Time for girlfriends, a career, and adventures with my hubby and dog were my main focus and I couldn't have loved it more. Physically I was thriving. My illness was far behind me and I was eating well and even placed third in a difficult 10k trail race. My therapist was someone I had come to know and trust in and my medication for depression and anxiety was really helping. In short, I had hit my stride.
In early September my husband and I planned a trip to cheer on my ultra marathon running brother in a huge race. It was a 50 mile endurance challenge and we were so excited to watch! I remember getting up bright and early to hit up the nearest coffee joint for my 24 ounce morning boost. After downing my caffeinated beverage with gusto I realized that it had bothered my stomach. I thought that was weird seeing as I have an English Toffee Cappuccino every single morning and it never bothered me before. However I brushed it off as just being the after effects of staying up the night before to chat with family.
Later on that day my mom and I were talking. I was holding my dog Olly and he jammed his elbow into one of my breasts. I winced in pain and told my mom my boobs had been hurting like crazy lately and I was getting to the point that I felt I may need to see a doctor. She said, "Rach, before you do that take a pregnancy test to rule that out, that was always my first symptom of pregnancy." Ha! I thought. Is my mom secretly holding on to some kind of hope that I will conceive naturally? "I've been there done that, I can't even begin to count how many times I've thought I was pregnant only to have the test read negative. Trust me, I AM NOT PREGNANT" I stated firmly.
On our ride home from the race I felt unusually tired. I don't take naps on car rides because I have anxiety due to a crash I was in years ago...but that day was different, I totally zonked out the entire trip back.
After recounting my conversation with my mom my husband convinced me that taking a pregnancy test may not be a bad idea. I agreed to it but only so that I could say with absolute certainty when I went to the doctor that I was not pregnant and I had taken a test to prove it.
To be continued...