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We were never 'trying', but we were never not trying. We put it out for the universe to decide.

Some time at the end of July this year, 2012, I found out I was pregnant. I am 28 years old, my fiance, Seth, is 32, and our baby girl, Evelyn, is 2. I was beside myself with happiness. I knew my body was a little...crazy...based on the experience I had being pregnant with Evelyn. But, they say every pregnancy is different!

Just to reiterate the craziness that is the inner-workings of my body (and mind? haha), just a few months before, in April to be exact, my brain had (subconsciously??) convinced my body I was pregnant. I guess deep down I wanted a baby that bad. I had terrifically strong cravings for soup. I was nauseous all the time. Headaches, back aches, extreme fatigue. Pretty normal signs of pregnancy. Oh, and there was the whole missed period thing. We bought a couple of at home tests and I anxiously waited for the result. 

Negative.

I waited two more days and tried again. Negative. Waited about a week. Still no period, so we bought a couple more tests. And a couple more. Those suckers get expensive fast. After a feverish search on Google and obsessing over infertility and brand comparison sites, I talked him into getting a few tests from the Dollar Tree (which had very high accuracy ratings, FYI) just to satisfy my new habit. All negative.

A little over a month of these shenanigans and I was about ready to pull out my hair. I just knew I was pregnant. I had all the signs. I even thought I felt the butterfly movements, but quickly had to reality check myself and remember that those only came after about being 18 weeks along. I waited until the beginning of June, some time in that first full week, to go to a clinic to take an ''official'' pregnancy test, thinking that the test they use was somehow stronger than mine. It's not, by the way. 

Let me preface the next paragraph by saying that I am not a non-believer in Jesus Christ. I do consider myself a Christian and I was raised Catholic. I feel that I am more quiet and hold my relationship with God close to my heart and I don't feel the need to push my beliefs on any one person, nor do I feel that I have to explain or justify any of it. I understand that some people feel compelled to share their view on how a relationship with God should be with everyone. I can understand it coming from a good place. I understand, but I don't have to like or agree with their degree of...enthusiasm.

WARNING: Religion topic discussed. Opinions being shared. Quit reading if you get offended easily.......
Kinda short version: the clinic ended up being a converted house somewhere on Manchaca, just off of Ben White, if you are familiar with Austin. I went alone for some reason I can't remember now, but still went in. Old Lady Headquarters. Where bored, old ladies went to pass time. (my opinion, don't get offended. again, just skip paragraphs.) After being chastised for being pregnant and not yet married, I was attacked with the 'are you saved' question after filling out a questionnaire. ("I see that you are Catholic, but are you saved? Prove it to us and just recite this prayer so you can be saved for sure.") I refused and got a bunch of literature about Hell and even a complimentary New Testament tossed into my lap. I hadn't even taken the dang test yet! Finally took my test and, negative. It was like a switch had gone off for them and they shooed me out the door.

I think after that whole clinic ordeal, I was somehow a little turned off of the idea of being pregnant. Maybe I need to thank those crazy old ladies. I guess my body relaxed enough to back off and my monthlies returned the following week.