3 Weeks, according to the conventional method anyway, I'd probably call it 10 days, that's when we found out. I hadn't even missed my period yet. I can't wait until somebody asks, "Well when did you find out and how did you know?"
My response will be, what do you mean? I knew pretty much when it happened. Let me back up a bit. After one of my ovaries was removed because of a giant cyst, (I know it was giant because any medical professional who saw the size immediately had shock written all over his or her face) I became a little bit obsessed with my own fertility. There was more than one hurried rush to the doctor's office with pains that were almost assuredly another cyst growing in my other ovary. After a couple years, I discovered how to chart my cycles. I LOVED it. I love knowing what my body is doing and seeing the amazing progression each cycle. Our bodies are amazing. That being said, I kind of know what my body is up to. I know what being fertile looks like for me. At least I was pretty sure I did. After all, my husband pointed out that maybe our method of birth control (using protection on fertile days) wasn't working because one or both of us couldn't have kids, but I was pretty sure we were doing it right. A year and a half is pretty good, much better than lots of statistics.
I know which time it was, I distinctly recall saying, "Hey by the way if we have sex tonight we should probably use protection because I'm going to ovulate soon."
A few days later I watched the temperature shift. It was fascinating. Part of me was expecting this cycle to be off because it was the stretch of moving to Georgia. The stress of packing up your life, driving across the country, getting your stuff stolen and starting out in a brand new place. I've never dealt with stress well, but apparently being married to your best friend has its benefits, like creating peace in a very chaotic, anxiety ridden environment, so much so that your body operates as normal, like nothing else is going on. I have experienced stress putting off my ovulation. In fact it happened about a year ago, the month we were married. It was a whopping 39 days, much longer than my average cycle and any other cycle since I started charting. This month though? Pretty normal. Stress was not going to put me off.
After my temperature shifted, I said to my husband, "Hey, by the way, we weren't very careful this month. There's a chance that I'm pregnant." His response was "Okay, I kinda figured it was bound to happen sooner or later" We aren't all that sentimental, nor are we really the overly excited about kids type of people. At least not yet.
A week after the date I was pretty sure I ovulated, I thought that I should buy some HCG test strips. I wasn't positive about anything but it's the first time since I began charting that I really felt like I should take a test. I ordered them on Amazon, Prime two day shipping is awesome by the way, and they arrived in the mail yesterday. I knew the best time to take an early test was in the morning when urine is apparently most concentrated. So that's what I did. Before Travis left for work he wanted to know the result.
I didn't adjust the first picture at all, and the line is very faint, but smack dab in between the control line and a bend in the test strip is the test line. It's slightly more noticeable in the second picture. That's what 10 days looks like. I haven't even missed my period yet.
There's a weird thing about 3 weeks though. 3 weeks generally wont show up positive on many pregnancy tests. I could take a picture, but my stomach will most likely be the size it is now for a few more weeks if not a couple months. It feels silly to even start buying pregnancy related books or reading blogs. You can't even really tell anybody, afterall I haven't even missed my period.
Three weeks.
So when did we find out? Well we pretty much knew from the day it happened, confirmed it just under a week before my next missed period, how did we know? Sometimes you just have that intuition, it helps to chart your cycles too. Looks like we'll be having another new adventure in the future.