When did you figure it out?

Before I start writing this post, I should probably mention the most common thing I've heard about pregnancy, "everyone is different." I'm pretty sure that observation is correct. Why would we have any reason to believe differently?

I've had a lot of questions about feeling sick, fatigued, etc. Some people wonder when I started to feel it or how bad it is.

One of my friends told me that she seemed to instantly know when she'd gotten pregnant. I wondered if that would be true... I'd have to say that is the way it went.

At the close of last year I'd been running well and feeling good. I'd even begun to attempt flip turns and had successfully completed a few of them when I was in Miami. On New Years day Michael and I had a good Runtex to Runtex run.

The next day began a string a less stellar workouts. My log was splattered with comments about feeling tired and slow for a week. I had a suspicion that I was pregnant but part of me wondered if it was just in my head. Maybe I was telling myself it could be true because we'd started to try. Or maybe I was just feeling fatigued because I'd been making a lot of trips to the hospital to visit one of my friends. I kept wondering if that horrible feeling in my stomach was really due to pregnancy.

Yes, all those feelings were due to what I suspected, I knew the answer long before a saw the 2 lines on the stick. By the time I actually took the home pregnacy test it was almost a joke, I'd waited until Michael returned home from his Taiwan trip and by that point I was already 9 1/2 weeks pregnant. The test says it takes 5 min for results, I was about half way done brushing my teeth when the 2 lines showed up, unquestionably clear.

So what did we do? We called Michael's mom at 5:30 eastern time to tell her the news (I'd gotten up early for a swim). She was excited but Michael's step father was a bit less amuzed by the time of the phone call. It was a complete suprize to them, we'd kept our intentions pretty quiet to avoid any questioning.

That part of the plan worked well. My mother had been down to visit for the marathon and suspected I was pregnant but didn't ask. There was only one person who actually asked us if I was pregnant. Aside from that, we did a pretty good job keeping our plan to ourselves. More later on 'the plan.'