This is my “how I found out” story

I had just graduated college when Mason and I decided to embark on an epic adventure.  Wait.  Let me back up.  The night that I walked the stage I received comments on how pale I looked.  I knew I was late, but had taken several tests that said negative.  So I just kept on with the idea that I was NOT pregnant.  After walking the stage, and actually quite in denial about not being pregnant, I went in for a blood test.  This came back negative and that was that.  I was not pregnant.  Shortly after I started my period.  Well, what I thought was my period. 

Now back to our epic adventure.  We were roadtripping the entire western side of the US.  This was my moms super awesome graduation present (thanks mom).  These expectantly fun times quickly turned sour on the night that we left.  Knowing we would be driving all night, I decided to take a 5 hour energy along with some excedrin for an awful sleep deprived headache I felt coming on.  Bad decision.  I was desperately seeking a gas station (which are sparse all around Colorado late at night), and started to get violently ill.  Once we found the one gas station for hundreds and thousands of miles, we decided to sleep in the car for the night.  This improved my mood and we made our way onto Mt. Rushmore.  Talk about a gorgeous drive!  It was rainy and the trees were gorgeous.  Ah.  Just amazing.  Things continued to go smoothly as we made our way to Yellowstone, Seattle, and eventually San Francisco.  By the time we reached SF, my stomach was torn up and my head felt fuzzy.  I didn’t think much of it because it hadn’t gotten any worse and we had been camping in uncomfortable conditions for nearly a week. 

The morning that we left SF, we were planning to make it out to the Grand Canyon.  I love the Grand Canyon.  I love the SW.  But something wasn’t right.  On the drive I had to have Mason pull over a couple times for me to get sick.  I didn’t know what was wrong and began to freak out.  This led to the decision to skip the Grand Canyon and just head straight to the great city of Santa Fe.  There I would at least have a bed and a steady place to get sick in.

I hated being far from home.  I hated being sick.  I hated not having insurance!  Once we reached Santa Fe I crawled into bed where I felt like dying.  I was in a serious state of panic and made such posts on tumblr like this.  I had come to the conclusion that eating before crawling out of bed eased the pain.  But I was convinced I had an ulcer.  After sleeping in a bed for a night, I woke up feeling ok.  We decided to head out.  That was when it got bad.  I was already sick that morning, but ignored it.  Then I started to throw up more.  Uncontrollably with blood starting to show.  And that was it for me.  The decision to head to the ER while not on insurance was made.  I was in miserable pain that involved blood coming up in my throw up. 

While at the ER they were checking everything.  They looked at my pancreas, and my spleen.  They tested my blood.  I was drugged up and totally happy.  About thirty minutes after arriving was when we got the news.  After all the other tests, the urine test was overlooked until the end.  I had not even taken it yet.  I eventually did and the doctor came in without the results.  While looking over everything the conclusion at first was that I had just eaten something bad and it needed to pass.  That i was super healthy.  Then he paused.  “Where is your urine test?  Hm.  I will be right back.” 

“Urine test, ha,” I thought to myself, “I tried that and there is nothing there.”  Still loopy I was all comfy in the bed.  The doctor came back in.  Looked at me and said, “as you know, we check many things with these urine tests.”  He walked over to me, circled something on the paper, and showed it to me.

“HCG POSITIVE,” it read.  In big bold letters, it stared right back at me.  Laughed in my face, and told me I was an idiot.  I felt like an idiot.  And my high went away quick.

I was shortly dismissed and went back to the hotel where I wept and slept out of pure shock.  And that is my story of the most expensive pregnancy test I have ever taken came to be.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.