I got the phone call today. My blood work shows I'm 2-4 weeks pregnant. Most likely 3. That has to be going from time of conception then. Because, to my knowledge, isn't it actually counted from the first day of your last period which is November 29th? So by my count 6 weeks, the doctor's count 3. Whatever. The doctor's figure does line up perfectly with the 18th as the conception date.
I don't have an appointment with my OBGYN yet. It's too early for that. I think it's around 9 weeks that they will want to see me.
So far no real symptoms other than the missed period. Well, and my face has acquired 3 new pimples in the past 24 hours.
We have settled on names. Samantha Levey if it's a girl. Douglas Anthony if it's a boy.
It will most likely be a boy. There has only been 1 girl born into like 10 generations in Pat's family. I'm mostly ok with this. Girls are brats and I don't know what I'd do if I gave birth to a cheerleader.
Right now I don't know what to think.
I'm suppose to be job hunting right now. For a serious job as a bank teller. I don't know if I put that on hold and wait it out 9 months or go ahead and try to get a job now and lose it when I go on maternity leave. Neither option sits well with me. And I don't know if I can even interview pregnant and not confess that I'm pregnant. My ability to keep my trap shut is lacking. In this case it would feel like a lie because I'd be accepting the job under the assumption that I intend to stay there awhile knowing full well, once I delivered and went on leave, I'd be let go because I wouldn't be protected by the FMLA.
Other than that I'm really excited. This completes the family I've always wanted.
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