Today I’m six weeks and one day pregnant. I went to the doctor over lunch because I’ve been peeing a lot more than usual, and I was worried I had a urinary tract infection. I read all about how untreated UTIs can spread to the kidneys and then become systemic and then you die. Considering I still have to be a host to a growing blueberry for a few more months, I can’t die from a UTI quite yet.
After an ordeal that involved waiting more than a half-hour to see a new doctor and then accidentally peeing on my hand trying to aim into the tiny sample cup, I learned that nope — no urinary tract infection, and what I’m feeling is basically just what happens when you have a baby growing against your bladder. The doctor literally wrote on my diagnosis line, “Symptoms consistent with the first trimester of pregnancy.”