The Start of a Pregnancy - Part 1 - Revelations

Author xielanthia on July 10th, 2008

Earlier this month (June 4th to be exact) I had an operation to remove my gall bladder. They made four small incisions in my stomach. One at the belly button. The other three were located horizontally from right under my rib cage in the very center of my abdomen to the right side of my abdomen. They inserted air into my abdominal cavity so they could see what they were doing. Through one incision a tiny camera was inserted and through my belly button incision the gall bladder was removed after it had been drained of all liquid. I don’t specifically remember what they told me what the other two incisions were for. I assume one was tiny scissors or a scalpel and the other was how they drained the gallbladder. I awoke with my stomach wrapped in a sort of supported brace.

The very next day I had another, minor operation to remove stones that had been passed from my gall bladder into my main bile duct. There was no incisions for this one. They put a tube down my throat, followed my digestive track to where the stone lay and removed them that way. Luckily I was under what they call twilight. I guess it is more like sleep than when they put me under all the was for the gall bladder surgery. Having a super strong gag reflex there was no way in hell I could have handled them sticking something down my throat while I was completely awake. My lunch which consisted entirely of orange jello would have ended up all over the doctor, the floor and the poor nurses.

A few days before the surgery I had confided in my Mom that I was afraid of possibly being pregnant and if/how that would complicate things. We had both shrugged it off. There was no real reason to think I that I was pregnant. The day I was released from the hospital I once again voiced this fear. Again with nothing but maybe a womans intuition.

I few weeks later I found out that my intuition seemed to be dead on. On the 15th of June (a Saturday) I took a home pregnancy test and found out I was indeed pregnant. The time I took the test it was still pretty early. My husband was still sleeping and I really didn’t want to wake him and bombard him with the news. So I waited an hour and a half to two hours (it seemed like forever) in hopes that he would wake soon. When I could take it no more I guiltily walked in the bedroom, woke him up as gently as I could and said, “Umm, Creeva?. “What?!,” he said groggily. “You’re gonna be a daddy.” For a moment he looked at me like I had spoken in some long dead ancient dialect. Then, “Okay, Lets wait and see how this one turns out.”

For part two click here.