Baby Carlson is worth a thousand words!

To some extent, suspension of disbelief is bound to occur when one finds out she is pregnant.

Until today, I could not “medically” prove Paul and I were going to have a baby – and a series of incidents lead me to think I might indeed be mistaken.

I had a suspicion I might be pregnant with a few non-glitzy tall-tell signs, so I took a pregnancy test, and then a second (just in case the first was hyper-sensitive). After the second test, I was fairly sure, so I went to the store to find an endearing baby card to break the news to Paul when he got home.

After his initial excitement, he asked “Are you sure?” It was April 1st to be fair, and I did have one more pregnancy test in the kit, so I had to take another test for Paul’s sake. We had a third set of two pink lines.

But doubt lingered. I had just watched the episode in Glee in which the crazy wife character had a hysterical pregnancy, otherwise known as a false pregnancy with all the signs and symptoms of the real thing. Apparently, I would be in good company, since Queen Mary I had two instances of hysterical pregnancy.

So on to the doctor’s office. Just to make sure, and to also begin any pre-natal regime (and oops, I had NOT been taking pre-natal vitamins before I got pregnant, who knew?). I was sent down to the lab for a blood draw (painful/awful) and two bruises later, I scheduled my follow up appointment for the next week.

Small problem though; the lab sent my blood sample to Eastern Washington…so I had to go in for yet another blood draw, and had to wait yet another week.

My official appointment finally arrived, I was going to have medical proof I was pregnant! I weighed in (yikes, “baby weight” came quickly for me), and went in for my exam. The doctor went over the chart and as we went through the blood test results I saw a huge “O +” scrawled across the chart. Not wanting to be a pushy patient, I said I was pretty sure I was A+ blood type. The doctor looked at me and said “Your blood type doesn’t change.” Which were my thoughts exactly, since I was an A+ blood type all growing up. So I had to call my mom (yes, I am a 30 year old woman and I still call my mom for oh-so-many-things) to double check. She confirmed our whole family was A+. So…..another blood draw was scheduled, along with an ultrasound.

Guess what? There IS a little baby Carlson on his or her way, and I have pictures to prove it now! Our due date is Nov 24th. With a little luck, baby Carlson might also be able to mend the family trend I broke thirty years ago. My great-grandma, grandma and mom were all born in December. I was due in December, but edged into January by 3 days. So maybe our little one will edge into December…but who knows, I probably won’t care at that point and just want to have the baby arrive!