Pregnancy: How I Found Out!
I’m 7 Weeks Pregnant????
Let me first start of by saying that I did not know that I was pregnant until week 7 of pregnancy. I had had a very busy travel summer kicking things off with a beautiful wedding in Maryland. I had the time of a my life indulging in West African culture at my friend Yinka’s wedding (who also happens to be thriving in this influencer space). I remember arriving late to her traditional wedding from CT and one of the issues having been getting my cycle on arrival to our hotel in Maryland. That my friend’s was June 3rd, 2022. Everything else that came after that, was certainly a blur.
My summer was jam packed. Hubby and I were house hunting all summer ‘22 till we were forced to stop due to health concerns in November last year. We saw homes frequently, had family visit from Africa, worked, and then at the end of June, traveled to Alaska with my mom. That was an exceptional trip! Unfortunately, I caught COVID within the last couple of days of our trip (I think on a boat tour in Seward, AK), and began to feel ill on our flight back to Hartford, CT. I remember feeling incredibly fatigued and also just prior to landing, becoming incredibly nauseous; on the verge of vomiting. Thankfully, I had a prescription for nausea medication so I quickly took that and went to sleep. When our flight landed back home, I was feeling exhausted! I decided to Uber to my mom’s house with her and take a long nap prior to heading to my apartment. I remember feeling the chills and having a raging fever. I took a COVID test and found out I was positive. That was the beginning of confusion between COVID symptoms and thinking I had long haul COVID when I was actually, pregnant! Scroll down for more…
I quarantined in my old bedroom for over a week before I made the trek back home to our apartment. My husband would stop in after work to drop of soup or bring over my cat knowing that, that would make me feel better. I unfortunately was not lucky enough to have asymptomatic COVID. I had the full on experience complete with fevers, chills, incredible fatigue, coughing, congestion, and shortness of breath. I hadn’t been that sick in ages. My mom took such great care of me btw. She would deliver 3 meals a day, every day whilst I was sick. I felt so thankful to have her in those moments because I was just so well cared for. I finally emerged on Day 7 with a negative test. I was also feeling much better at that time. I was back at work by Day 10 and realized that it would be a long road as I could barely walk from the parking garage to our office inside the hospital without huffing and puffing. I felt like I had asthma. Also, the fatigue began to creep in once and I couldn’t sleep flat because I would become severely bronchospastic or have massive coughing fits. I kept blaming everything on residual COVID symptoms until one day my husband questioned me about my monthly cycle, and I realized that I hadn’t seen my monthly visitor for 6 weeks. Yipes!
“ I kept blaming everything on residual COVID symptoms until one day my husband questioned me about my monthly cycle, and I realized that I hadn’t seen my monthly visitor for 6 weeks. Yipes! ”
The thought of pregnancy was somewhat of a nightmare initially. Hubby and I have an outline for our lives and the house was supposed to come before the baby. I thought to myself, “This can’t happen now!” I took a cheap pregnancy test one morning after work. It had two lines indicating a positive test. I texted my husband and said to him that I didn’t believe it because it was a cheap test and that I would get a ClearBlue Test after work the following day. The next morning after work, I ran to CVS and picked up a test and ran home to test. This time, the test said PREGNANT! My jaw was on the floor! I was shook! How did I completely miss this possibility? It took me a while to get over the idea of me carrying a child that ultimately would be mine. I mean I have the child now and I am still shocked lol.
“My beautiful surprise.”
God, your higher power, or the universe has a plan for your life. It doesn’t matter how well you script your life, things happen just as they are meant to. Despite being shocked and going through a tough pregnancy, now that my daughter is here, I would not trade her for anything in the world. She is the most important person in my life because she really depends of me and her dad for sustenance. My beautiful surprise. Until next time loves, big bisous!
