Maybe…

I tend to jump to conclusions. A lot. Anyone who really knows me, knows I tend to over-analyze everything. As the child of a doctor, I’ve also always been a bit of a huge hypochondriac. (What is it with doctors’ kids and hypochondria? Seriously, we all have it.)

Anyway, so, my period is two days late. Which shouldn’t be a huge deal – it’s been two or three days late before. But I can usually tell it’s coming for a couple days beforehand and I haven’t had any of the usual telltale signs, which makes me think it’s not anywhere close. What’s worse, is I’ve been having some other strange symptoms, most of which I’ve been able to brush off – though didn’t go entirely unnoticed (see above re: hypochondria). But this morning, I actually almost barfed at my desk after eating a granola bar.

Whoa – hold up. Now I’m legitimately concerned.

It was the strangest thing, as it came on SO suddenly and so strongly. I’ve had the flu, and I’ve been hung over more times than I care to admit, but I’ve only had nausea come on so suddenly and strongly like this one other time in my life, and it was an adverse reaction to some medication. No new meds for me this morning. For a minute I was debating whether to hurl in my trashcan or make a run for the bathroom, either of which would look suspicious. I took a few deep breaths, and then as suddenly as it had come on, it was mostly gone. Now, it could be the Cinco de Mayo burrito I stuffed in my face yesterday at lunch, or any number of things, really. But it was enough to send me Googling how early morning sickness can start coming on (yikes!), along with other early pregnancy symptoms (check, check and check), and counting back the days on my cycle to see if it was possible timing-wise (um, yep). Now, I have an IUD, which means pregnancy is HIGHLY unlikely – less than one percent. Getting pregnant with an IUD is not a good thing. You have to have it removed immediately, which can often cause a miscarriage.

If it doesn’t terminate the pregnancy, from what I understand, most women go on to have normal pregnancies without any lingering complications. While not ideal timing, I suppose it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Obviously I’ve already got babies on the brain – and realistically we’d probably be pulling the goalie in another 4 months or so anyway. What are 4 months extra preparedness compared to a lifetime of being a parent? Probably not hugely significant, though the thought of squeezing into a form-fitting bridesmaid dress that’s already been ordered (and just arrived) for my brother’s wedding when four months along (the point where you just look fatter, not necessarily pregnant) is a little frightening.

I debated whether to buy a test. If they weren’t so dang expensive, I would, just for peace of mind. I’ll probably wait another couple days, though. It’s only been 2 days, and if not for the extreme nausea episode, I probably wouldn’t be freaking out. But I’ve never been more than 3 days late, so if it goes past then, I’ll test. Meanwhile, I just keep trying to convince myself I’m being a hypochondriac, per usual. I mean, less than one percent failure rate, really. Could I actually be that less than one percent?

Maybe…

Update: Two negative tests and five days later and my period finally shows up. It’s never been that late before. On the one hand, I’m glad it’s finally here, but on the other hand, I actually was legitimately disappointed in the negative tests. Perhaps I’m more ready than I originally thought…