TMI WARNING TMI WARNING TMI WARNING TMI WARNING TMI
With my first, I had been trying for a pregnancy for 2 1/2 years. I'd miscarried a couple of times, and was pretty distraught.
My periods are irregular, so missing one meant nothing. But I knew that I was pregnant when I got incredibly tired, had an intense craving for eggrolls, and couldn't sleep through the night without getting up to pee. I had gas. And crankiness. Lots of crankiness. I waited for a while to test, nonetheless. If I was going to have a spontaneous abortion (miscarriage in the first month or so), I didn't really want to know for sure.
Finally, I knew I was definitely pregnant. I took the test, and it came up positive. I went to see my midwife three days later; she had me go in for a sonogram that same day to date the pregnancy. Two months, one day. I named my son Emrys Devon...Immortal Little Poet...and promised myself and him that he would be with me no matter what. He's the taller one in my avatar.
I nursed exclusively, and didn't have periods for a little over a year after giving birth. When finally I did start, my husband and I weren't particuarly worried that I'd instantly be fertile again...after all, we'd tried so long the first time. But alas, one period, then I was preggers again.
My husband noticed before I did. He'd say, "You got up to pee last night, didn't you?" I'd say, "Yeah, so?" And he'd just shake his head and smile. Or he'd say, "Want some eggrolls?" to which I'd reply, "How'd you know?" Eventually, he said, "You're pregnant."
I took a test the next time I got up in the middle of the night. I was pregnant. I was so happy! I ran to tell my husband, but he only mumbled, "I *know*. I've been *telling* you..." and went back to sleep. Of course, the next day, he was thrilled.
I was pretty sure I was having a girl. Shortly before I became pregnant, my grandfather, who's pretty darn psychic, said I'd be having another baby soon, and that it'd be a girl. I wrote it down. He'd always been right before.
Shortly after that, my MIL said that she felt an extra "feminine presence" around me. I laughed and told her I that my husband thought I was pregnant, and I *was* feeling like it, but wasn't it too early? She said I would probably have a girl.
And so I did. She's the shorter one in my avatar.
ETA: When I finally went for the sonogram with my second, I was 2 months 1 day pregnant. Almost exactly as far along as I was when I went in with my first.
And yeah, both times, I wanted lots of "alone time" with my hubby. Those extra hormones really come in during pregnancy.
Oh, and I did feel my second one easier and sooner than my first.