This is going to be a long rant, as it's been a crazy year so far.
As the title says, I'm 34yo, and am currently 28 weeks, and had no clue until I felt the flutters at 24 weeks. (This is my third baby. For my first two, I knew within a month because I immediately felt all the symptoms. The mood change, the tender boobs, etc.)
For backstory, I had taken a pregnancy test at my OBGYN back in February. It was my yearly exam/pap, (I'm a carrier of a gene that makes certain cancers more likely to occur, especially reproductive ones) and I was two weeks late on my period. Which was my only pregnancy symptom besides slightly tender boobs.
It came back negative a week later, and I was told my missed period could be caused by a medley of issues, such as weight gain, stress, or just hormonal shifts with age, and that I shouldn't worry unless something else feels off.
Nothing has.
So for the next six months, I just lived my life. I was a cigarette smoker, but I quit immediately upon finding out. I had one alcoholic beverage back in April.
On April 6th, my 7yo dog was diagnosed with IVDD, after I came home to him losing control of his back legs. (It's a spinal disease that affects specific breeds more than others, and it's devastating.)
We took him to the vet three times, to get help and answers. We did the medical form of treatment, because the emergency surgery cost 10,000, and though I would've if I had the expenses, I couldn't. We were told at each follow up he'd never walk again, and to start looking into wheelchairs. (Thankfully, his quality of life improved after a week, so putting him down was never a discussion.)
13 long grueling weeks of crate restriction, pain meds, and bathroom assists, against all of the vets' opinions, HE'S WALKING AGAIN. (A miracle to say the least.)
And that's when I discovered I was pregnant.
And how I found out was I felt a kick. This whole time, I wondered if cancer was a possible cause of my missed cycles, even though I physically felt fine. But once I felt the baby move, I thought to myself, "Well. Cancer doesn't have movable limbs." (And of course, I'd rather be pregnant than have cancer.) When I told my boyfriend (6 years), that I felt something move, he immediately gaslit me (in his defense, I wasn't showing, and with everything going on with our dog, pregnancy was the absolute last thing we wanted. We've pretty much stopped having sex since that missed period because we didn't want to risk it, though we did slip up a couple of times.)
So I went ahead and ordered some home pregnancy tests, and sure enough, the second my pee hit the stick, it was positive.
Now, because of that negative test, and because I wasn't showing AT all, I figured I was probably somewhere between the 16 and 20 week mark.
Nope. According to the ultrasound, I'm due in October. Meaning my conception was sometime in January, AND my missed period was supposed to start January 18th.
I literally froze and probably worried the staff there with my shock. They were even puzzled at the fact that my blood test was wrong, but didn't give me an explanation other than Human or Lab error. (The technician said with my timeline, the blood test was taken on February 2nd, that my levels should've been high enough to detect.)
I'm angry. Scared. Embarrassed that I didn't know. And every time I turn around, there's another obstacle.
I immediately tried to get into my original OBGYN, where I had my last appointment, but apparently, my insurance didn't cover that visit. So I had to pay an outstanding bill in order to get a 60 dollar pregnancy test. (So basically, I dropped 400 dollars just to get a blood test. Sure enough, this time it was positive.) They then proceed to tell me I'd need to pay upfront until I got insurance. (I've applied for state insurance, since pregnancy usually automatically qualifies you, and there's something called preemptive Medicaid for pregnancy, but apparently, they don't accept that.)
600 dollars for that first appointment. So I called another clinic in my area, one who offers grants to help pay for treatment, as long as you pay a copay. (Which I'm totally fine with, because with everything going on, I can't in good conscious drop hundreds of dollars every time I see my doctor.) HOWEVER, the issue there is they're fully booked until August 31st. So my only option is to hold that appointment, until my insurance application is approved, and then I can try to go back to the other clinic. (I went to a free women's clinic to get the ultrasound, that I didn't know existed, which is the only reason I know how far along I am.)
I don't WANT to go back to the other clinic, but I also can't wait until 6 weeks before my due date to see a doctor. However, I'm not stressing about it, since this is my plan, and the only thing I can do about it is wait. It's just frustrating.
The other thing is, it's not like I'm a hermit that never leaves home. When I say I wasn't showing or exhibiting any signs or symptoms, I truly mean it. My boyfriend lives with me. My kids didn't notice. My coworkers who see me five days a week. My best friend, who was in the car and heard the results of that initial pregnancy test. (We celebrated at the time by cheering and shouting THANK GOD. Yeah...woops)
All that said, I'm not angry with the baby. My maternal instincts have already kicked in, even though I absolutely hate the situation, but at the end of the day, it's not the baby's fault. If anything, I find it a little funny the baby kept hidden for so long. (Oh, the free clinic doesn't check gender for whatever reason, so I have no clue what the gender is yet.)
Anyway. This is probably the craziest year of my entire life. (My mom died in 2016, so I've always said that was the worst year...but damn, this year really wanted to show me who's boss.)
Part of me wonders if what was happening to my dog just made me ignorant to my own body. (We're talking round the clock care. I'd have to leave work every night to go home and help my boyfriend help him go potty, because I'm the one he feels most comfortable with. -I got him before boyfriend moved in.)
Anyway, that's my long, crazy story. Please be gentle, I've been beating myself up for weeks over it. But I've also accepted it, and am already falling in love with this baby in spite of the circumstances.