Flashback Week 4 - The Positive Pregnancy Test
It was Saturday. The sun was shining into my bedroom and rousing me from my sleep. Ah... why did I choose a master bedroom that has morning sun? The first thing I did was not to pee but to reach for my mercury old school thermometer and took my temperature. No... I was not having a fever. I was just taking my BBT to track my ovulation.
"What? How could this be? Still 37.2 degrees?" I thought to myself.
Puzzled, I recalled that today should be 15 days after my ovulation. My temperature should have dropped to below 37 to welcome my impending period but it was still very high. Don't tell me I am ...
Two weeks ago ...
I still have not ovulated. It was already Day 20ish. Sigh. It must have been the stress over my mom's surgery and cancer treatment that has messed up my cycle. Lying on the sofa, I started to have funny fantasies. I shall spring a surprise on my husband. And which I did and we did IT. I regretted because I was afraid I would be pregnant because I had been telling myself that I would never ever get pregnant on late ovulation ever again because the past three pregnancy losses were conceived on late ovulation.
"Please lah... How can it be so zun(accurate)? Won't be pregnant lah... try so long already..." I thought to myself as I deliberately got up from my bed and went to the toilet to wash the sperm away. Usually, I would stay in bed for at least half an hour or overnight. I even walked around and went about my usual activities.
Now...
I was deliberating whether I should have tested but I was fearful - fearful that this might be another failure. Fearful of the anxious days. In the end, I decided to test. I peed onto my favourite Clearblue, waited in anticipation. And to my (no, not joy, not fear, not surprise either) cautious excitement, I saw the plus sign.
Holding the test kit, I walked out of the toilet and approached my hub.
"Here we go again," I said as I showed him the test kit with the plus sign.
By now, we were not amateurs. We both knew what the plus sign meant - I was pregnant again!
"Hmm, yeah, there is definitely an extra line," my hub mumbled.
Previously, I had cancelled my appointments with Physician TSB because my mom was admitted into the hospital and subsequently, we were very busy in taking care of her. I decided to call the clinic for a lasts minute appointment. I did not tell PL, the lady who is in charge of appointments, that I was pregnant. I just explained that my mom had finally settled down and if I could see TSB today. To my relief, she told me to do a walk in.
I was very excited to tell TSB the good news because I knew she had been waiting for this day too.
"What? How could this be? Still 37.2 degrees?" I thought to myself.
Puzzled, I recalled that today should be 15 days after my ovulation. My temperature should have dropped to below 37 to welcome my impending period but it was still very high. Don't tell me I am ...
Two weeks ago ...
I still have not ovulated. It was already Day 20ish. Sigh. It must have been the stress over my mom's surgery and cancer treatment that has messed up my cycle. Lying on the sofa, I started to have funny fantasies. I shall spring a surprise on my husband. And which I did and we did IT. I regretted because I was afraid I would be pregnant because I had been telling myself that I would never ever get pregnant on late ovulation ever again because the past three pregnancy losses were conceived on late ovulation.
"Please lah... How can it be so zun(accurate)? Won't be pregnant lah... try so long already..." I thought to myself as I deliberately got up from my bed and went to the toilet to wash the sperm away. Usually, I would stay in bed for at least half an hour or overnight. I even walked around and went about my usual activities.
Now...
I was deliberating whether I should have tested but I was fearful - fearful that this might be another failure. Fearful of the anxious days. In the end, I decided to test. I peed onto my favourite Clearblue, waited in anticipation. And to my (no, not joy, not fear, not surprise either) cautious excitement, I saw the plus sign.
Holding the test kit, I walked out of the toilet and approached my hub.
"Here we go again," I said as I showed him the test kit with the plus sign.
By now, we were not amateurs. We both knew what the plus sign meant - I was pregnant again!
"Hmm, yeah, there is definitely an extra line," my hub mumbled.
Previously, I had cancelled my appointments with Physician TSB because my mom was admitted into the hospital and subsequently, we were very busy in taking care of her. I decided to call the clinic for a lasts minute appointment. I did not tell PL, the lady who is in charge of appointments, that I was pregnant. I just explained that my mom had finally settled down and if I could see TSB today. To my relief, she told me to do a walk in.
I was very excited to tell TSB the good news because I knew she had been waiting for this day too.
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