Bizarre cravings. Super human smelling powers. Cleaning obsessions. Emotional meltdowns.
These symptoms and so many more have been pregnancy tells long before the pee stick was invented.
Mom Babble asked some of our favorite bloggers to tell the world how they knew they were pregnant. The results? Well, grab a carton of ice cream (and some pickles if you’re preggers) because these are worth the trip down Mammory Lane. (Oh, yah. We went there).
You Want Fries With That?
Late August I went in to prepare my kindergarten classroom for the new school year. A few coworkers and I went out for Thai food at lunch. I ate a full meal, no lunch-size entree for me. And yet, even after eating my daily calorie allowance before noon, all I could think of was stopping for a McDonald’s cheeseburger and fry on the way home.
I don’t really like McDonald’s.
As I shoved the last half of my burger into my mouth, steering with my knees and keeping the window open for much-needed ventilation, I thought “I NEVER eat McDonald’s, weird that it’s all I could think of today. I mean, I only ever like it when I’m in my first tri–…HOLD ON A SECOND.”
-Jan Moyer of Tough Bananas
Light as a Feather
I was at the doctor’s office for an unrelated matter and mentioned to him that I wasn’t feeling well. He instructed me to take a pregnancy test in the bathroom, come back in two weeks, and repeat the test. The office assistant processed my test and told me to wait for the doctor.
I protested, explaining that I was going to be back in two weeks to retest, just like the doctor suggested. She smiled sweetly and said, “He said that because he thought the test would be negative!”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. She is a dear friend and that is my favorite memory, the day she told me about my baby.
-Alison Tedford of Sparkly Shoes and Sweat Drops
The Big Tuna
Tuna. It was the tuna.
The tuna can that I had rinsed and tossed into the recycling bin under our sink on a Monday and could still smell on Thursday. It invaded my nostrils, soaked into my pores, infiltrated my bloodstream and into my pee. I couldn’t get away from its stench.
I got nasty. I accused my husband of opening new cans of tuna and leaving them open in hidden corners around our apartment.
Three days later, I found out I was pregnant. And my husband was not surprised.
-Lisa Manheim of Finding Loose Change
Don’t Wine About It
My husband and I had been trying for a while and I was in the middle of tracking my temperature and cervix and mucus and all the other horrifying things they tell you to do to raise your chances.
For a few days, I felt a little off, but was tired of hoping that each weird symptom MIGHT be an early sign of pregnancy. I stopped by the supermarket to pick up (yet another) pregnancy test. Walking down the wine aisle, I grabbed a huge bottle of Chardonnay and said to myself, “Well, if one of these doesn’t work out, the other will!”
Miraculously, I tested positive that night! I put my lucky bottle of wine on a shelf and wouldn’t let anyone touch it for the nine plus months of my pregnancy. Then, of course, I drank it all myself. 😉
-Rachael Koenig of Maxisms
A Cheesy Moment
I was making a fresh tomato and mozzarella salad for my husband. I love fresh mozzarella and usually pick out one or two of the mozzarella balls, but for some reason, I couldn’t resist the tomatoes while making this batch.
I ate so many tomatoes that what was left was basically mozzarella salad. I felt awful with guilt that I ruined the salad I was making for the hubs. I began to bawl.
He got home from work to find me a blubbering mess over his salad, muttering that I just kept craving the tomatoes. Two days later, I found out I was pregnant with our first baby and the rest is history!
-Janine Huldie of Confessions of a Mommyholic
The Whole Enchilada
I went back home for a “me” weekend to visit my best friends and slept. And slept. And slept my weekend away. Then I came home and threw my Febreeze scented trash bags in the garbage because they were so disgusting (I loved them before I left). Then grossed myself out with homemade enchiladas. Test came back positive a week later. I still haven’t wanted enchiladas and I had my baby in December.
–Christina Antus of Mom Babble
We arrived at the church with plenty of time to spare, so my mom asked, “What should we do?”
“I need nachos!” I blurted out.
“Okay then,” my mom responded. “Didn’t you eat lunch?” There was no time for silly questions. “That store over there,” I proclaimed, extending my arm and pointing my index finger in its direction, “sells food. Let’s go.” As I placed my order for fully loaded nachos grande with a side order of cheese, my mom announced, “Yup. You’re pregnant.” Daughter number two was born nine months later.
-Charlotte McMullen of Ruckus Girl
A Twitch in Time
I was thrilled to finally get a chance to put my feet up. Alleluia! The kids were spending the night at my parents. As a mom of two little ones, I was always tired–but boy, these last few weeks I was just shot.
All of a sudden I felt something strange in my lower abdomen. Sort of twitch. That’s funny, the only time I ever felt that was when I was pregnant.
No. No…It can’t be?
After four miscarriages and two beautiful kids with the help of a fertility doctor it was impossible to get pregnant the good old fashioned way. Wasn’t it?
Turns out it was not. Best surprise of our life!
– Kathy Radigan of My Dishwasher’s Possessed!
Okay, you know you smiled. Now tell us: How did you KNOW you were pregnant?