Okay, oof. I don’t even know where to start with this one. This will be, by far, my most personal post… mainly because I can’t tell anyone in real life what’s happening. Since I’ve never shared this blog URL with anyone I know (other than Paul), it’s almost like yelling into the void. Which is perfect.

So, we both had COVID a few days after Christmas. It was spreading through his department like wildfire, and at one point over 500 people tested positive. Despite being double vaxxed, we were definitely symptomatic.

While we were both sick in bed, our symptoms were vastly different. Paul lost his sense of taste and smell. He also had more of a cough and phlegm. I ended up with terrible body aches, a high fever that peaked at 105º, feeling cold, and then vertigo that lasted even after I tested negative for COVID.

My boss DoorDashed us incredible amounts of chicken soup and sandwich platters. And my parents dropped off at least NINE bags of food and supplies. We also had friends and family constantly checking up on us. I felt so grateful and lucky to have that much support around us. So, thank you, everyone. ❤️

Now… onto the part that I can’t tell anyone else…

I’m pregnant.

Hah, I can’t believe I actually typed it. Trying not freak out.

While I’m not actually going to name the baby Corona (see post title), I think it’s hilarious (mortifying? disappointing? ironic?)… whatever it is, that our biggest life milestones all happened during the Coronavirus pandemic. Getting engaged, buying a house, getting married, and now baking a bun.

I’m only a little over 4 weeks pregnant. So it’s very early. I also found out through an ovulation test strip, of all things. I noticed my dot was running 2 days late and getting anxious. I didn’t have any pregnancy tests, and I just got my ovulation strips in the mail. I thought, there’s 0% chance I’m ovulating or even close. Well, the test line was waaaayy darker than the control line. I know it’s not a substitute for a pregnancy test, but since LH and hCG are both glycoproteins and similar in structure, the ovulation test strip picked it up.

Well, to confirm it, I bought actual pregnancy tests the next morning (today!). I bought 3 different brands, and sure enough, it was positive. My test line was again darker than my control line. Apparently, there’s a term for this: dye stealer. The “you’re pregnant!” line also showed up so fast. It took less than a minute.

This was/is a first. Other than a slight freak out in my head, I Facetimed Paul. He’s working 5 days straight at the station, and he doesn’t get home until Friday. There was no way I could wait that long.

I showed him all the positive tests, and I’m not sure if it was for my sake, but he was calm. I mean, he was probably freaking out a little bit inside (like I was), but I appreciated how collected he was trying to be 😆.

And now, here I am trying not research every. little. thing. I’ve booked an ultrasound a few weeks from now, and then we go from there.

My only major concern is that I was most likely pregnant when I had COVID… which might explain why I also got hit so hard. I’m also paranoid about the high fever… and I did have quite a number of drinks with Paul and our friends. Of course, we didn’t know at the time. We were also planning on trying, trying “soon this year” which is why I just got the ovulation strips. We were both taken aback by how quickly this happened.

So, yep. Huge update. We also know that miscarriages are very common early on. So, a part of me is trying to mentally and emotionally prepare for if that happens. Though, I don’t know that you can really prepare for it. Perhaps acceptance is a better word.

Well, here’s to COVID affecting every big milestone in our lives!

Fingers crossed that my future updates continue to be positive.