Introduction in the midst of sheer, unadulterated panic!

Hi there!

I'm new to the Bump, signed up a little over a week ago but have been too crazed to do much. Why, you might ask?

Because we just found out I was pregnant on November 14th.

I am due in early February.

 Here's the story, I apologize for it's TL:DR nature:

I have always been irregular, ever since I was a young adult, sometimes going for a whole year without having my period. Since my doctors decided it wasn't PCOS and everything else about me seemed healthy, I never worried too much about it.

Last year, I started a weight loss program, and once I got under 220 lbs,, my periods became regular like clockwork. About this same time, my husband and I decided that while neither one of us wanted to go to undue lengths to get pregnant, we would be happy to have a baby together and so we didn't so much decide to try to get pregnant as decide to stop trying NOT to get pregnant. This was around Christmas of last year.

End of May, I skipped a period. I took a pregnancy test and it was negative, so I just shrugged and figured that I was back to being irregular again.

End of June, I skipped a period. Another negative pregnancy test.  Though I was feeling a little sour stomached at night, I just put it down to the newly hot weather, and it went away in a few weeks. 

In July and August, I also skipped periods, but by this point I was sure that even though I had gotten down to 166 lbs, it was simply my 'normal' state to be irregular. Also, I started taking naps at night, but I'd just added 16 hours more work to my work week, so I figured the extra work was just making me tired and lazy.

In September, period skipped again. I made an appointment with my family doctor. Then, while on a trip out of town, I noticed some 'fluttering' feelings in my lower abdomen. I thought it was from wearing too-tight jeans, but it kept up even when wearing other clothes. Also, I had been on a plateau since August, no weight loss even though I was still following my program. When I got home from the trip I took another pregnancy test (and whined to a friend about how if I had one more symptom of pregnancy without being pregnant, I was gonna scream). Test was negative. I did some research on muscle flutters in the lower abdomen and find out that there's a condition called fasiculation which absolutely sounded like what was going on.

October appointment with my family doctor was cancelled due to her having to go out of town. I rescheduled for November.  I also started to notice that my waist appeared to be getting bigger even though I wasn't gaining weight (though I was now certainly no longer losing).

The week before my appointment, I keeled over in a dead faint during a meeting. Within 20 minutes, 6 people asked me if I was pregnant... I could have screamed.

So the day of the appointment comes, finally. We have the pre-physical chat and I tell her about hey, three negative pregnancy tests but fluttering, no period, weight loss plateau and now fainting and noticeable bloating in my abdomen. She has me lie down, takes a look. "That looks like a pregnant belly." she says. She palpates. "That feels like a pregnant belly, or one HELL of a cyst." she says. Then she goes to get her doppler and yeahp. There's a heartbeat, and it isn't mine. 

3 negative pregnancy tests, and I have been pregnant ALL ALONG.

We got in an emergency ultrasound that afternoon, and my husband was able to take the time off of work to be there. Wand touched my belly and, boom, perfect profile of the fetus. Measurements are taken and the due date is decided from them... Feb 04, 2012. 

I found out I was pregnant just as I was entering the third trimester.

I think there was more swearing in the ultrasound room than they've ever heard, at least with happy parents-to-be!

Right now we're frantically preparing for things, since we always thought we'd have 7 months prep time and now have only 3 (okay, 2.75 now, eeeek). And I'm doing a lot of explaining to family, friends, coworkers, etc about how no, I'm not a dumb bunny, no, we weren't keeping it a secret, etc. etc.

I keep reminding myself: People had babies in caves. We'll be fine.