I honestly thought I wasn't pregnant. Roughly a year ago, I found out my dear, 17 year old cat had liver cirrhosis and was going to slowly die from it. I had a couple of family dramas at the same time, and I was so stressed out, I actually missed a period altogether. Like, it blew out to 47 days, and I had never, EVER had to wait like that before. No masses came out, so I doubt it was a pregnancy. All the results were negative, the ultrasounds showed nothing going on in my uterus. I had been so emotionally wrought that my uterus just stopped working for a bit.
So when my period didn't come this month, I wasn't surprised as a couple of weeks ago I had to put Lenny to sleep (it was very, very difficult for me) as his kidneys were beginning to shut down and he had stopped eating, his liver was finally gone, etc etc. I am digressing. Point being, I was hit heavily by grief and emotional upset.
I assumed that I was having another Period Skipsy Time. I didn't notice any differences in my body. I was cramping and I assumed that meant that my period would start soon. Even my Mum, who'd had seven kids, assumed I was just having a delayed period.
What made me take a test was that I was stressing out, and I figured if I just took the damned test, then I'd know I wasn't pregnant and my period would start. Well, yeah, it didn't work out that way.
Five days later, and I so don't want any period now! Like, I'm worried about my future, as I'm not entirely settled yet (though in a stable situation, living with my parents in a nice big house), but my feelings about baby are solid and positive.
So, yeah. No real symptoms made me test. It wasn't until after the positive test outcome that I realised that the things I had been experiencing weren't what I thought they were. The sniffles I thought were from the slight cold I had weren't all due to the cold. The fact that I could taste EVERY different flavour in the tabouli I'd made was not due to me being a brilliant cook, but rather that my sensory organs are in overload. My boobs were bigger, but because I'm a D cup and I swell every period, I never really noticed. I was horribly tired, but I thought it was the damned cold I'd had.
I'm continually amazed how variant the experiences are in a biologically female body.