As I mentioned, I was very surprised to discover I was pregnant, and it took some time for it to sink in. My unbelief was nothing compared to Peter’s. He was in Switzerland when I found out, so I think being removed from my constant sickness made the whole thing less believable for him.
After five at-home pregnancy tests taken over the course of two days, Peter still wasn’t convinced, so I went to a doctor for a blood test. The nurse called and said, “You’re definitely pregnant, and your hormone levels suggest that you’ve been pregnant for a while. You need to see your OB asap.”
I called Peter in Switzerland right away. He still didn’t believe it, and he insisted I go to another doctor. The next day I went to a different facility and had another blood test. They called me back with the same response as the first doctor and insisted I come in for an ultrasound to measure the fetus to see how far along I was.
When I went in the next day for an ultrasound, I was sort of expecting to see nothing on the screen and have them tell me I wasn’t pregnant after all (you know, a cheeseball sort of pregnancy). I was completely shocked to see a tiny blob with a beating heart.
I texted Peter:
“I’m looking at a heartbeat.”
“Are you kidding?”
I can’t describe what it was like to go from having zero expectation of pregnancy to seeing a heartbeat inside me in a matter of days. So weird.
So in all, Peter required me to take five at-home tests, get two blood tests from two separate doctors, and have an ultrasound before he was convinced it wasn’t a false positive. Even then he was very hesitant about the situation.
Nine weeks into my pregnancy, in true Peter fashion, he sent me an article about the cost of raising a child. That was the day I knew he was truly convinced.
We are really excited.