So, last weekend the thought occurred to me that this ‘prolactinoma’ they’re wondering if I have – which would be evidenced by high prolactin levels – could actually be something else. Something very different. Something very happy.
There was a simple way to find out.
I took a test.
And, for a moment, it looked positive. Then, I noticed something else.
Must have been a false positive. Because I was definitely NOT pregnant.
But when I told all this to David, I paused in between the false positive and the NOT pregnant part. His face contorted in a mixture of horror and humor.
‘Well, our babies have never really been, um… planned.’ he said.
Noelle was a pleasant surprise. Elliana was a whirlwind of, oh, this again, already?
And when I look back on it, Elliana may have been the trigger that made me really sick. Read more