Urinating on wheat and barley seeds. If the wheat grew, it meant a female child. If the barley grew, it meant a male child. If neither grew, the test was considered negative. (Egypt, 1650 BCE)
Starting in the Middle Ages, many “piss prophets” claimed they could diagnose many conditions based on the color of urine. A text describes what to look for in a pregnant woman’s urine: “clear pale lemon color leaning toward off-white, having a cloud on its surface”. (Europe, 1552)
Scientists recognize the human chorionic gonadotrpin (hCG) hormone, which is found only in pregnant women. From this information, a new test was developed. Urine from pregnant women in injected into immature animals, usually a mouse or rabbit. If the woman was pregnant, the hormone introduced into the animal would cause it to go into heat, despite its immaturity. The animal would then be euthanized and dissected to confirm the results. Women would often announce their good fortune with the phrase “I killed the rabbit!” (1920s)
Wampole’s two-hour pregnancy test became available to doctors and lab technicians. This test could be done as early as 4 days after a missed period. (1970)
FDA approval was sought for the e.p.t., the “early pregnancy test” later known as the “error-proof test”. e.p.t. would become the first home pregnancy test kit on the market in the US. One magazine describes the test, “For $10, you get pre-measured ingredients consisting of a vial of purified water, a test tube containing, among other things, sheep red blood cells…as well as a medicine dropper and clear plastic support for the test tube, with an angled mirror at the bottom.” The test took two hours, and was more accurate for positive results than for negative. (1977/1978)
The next generation of home pregnancy tests was ushered in with the FDA approval of Clearblue Easy’s digital pregnancy test. Instead of a thin line, the indicator screen displayed "pregnant” or “not pregnant”.
Hi! Guess what?! I had my baby boy! He’s here, healthy and happy! I’m such a proud mom! Can you tell? Lol. I was in labor for 3 days but I was in active labor for 12 hours, without an epidural, woah can you say painful. But it was all worth with, he came on his actual due date which everyone thinks is so crazy but I knew he would. I’m so happy we have him. My boyfriend and I love him so very much, he’s our reason to push harder and work harder. My boyfriend even said yesterday that he’s glad we didn’t go through with it. Yeah I am to because even though I’m in pain and still healing and tired out of my freaking mind I wouldn’t trade him for the world. My sweet baby boy! I can’t believe I’ve been writing about him for months and now he’s here. I still miss him being in my belly sometimes. Mostly because he came everywhere with me and because I miss his kicks and nudges. But I love that I get to see him and hold him and kiss him. I hope I’m a good mom, I’ll damn sure try my best! I’ll do anything for my son. But hey besides that my boyfriend and I have been pretty good. He’s such a good dad, but it feels like our relationship changed. Not in a bad way it’s more so there’s 3 of us now so our relationship is based around the baby now. Also my sex drive has come back but we can’t do anything because I’m still healing. I’ll definitely be more careful once I’m able to you know have sex again, I seriously don’t want to be pregnant again. Well not for a few years. Well anyway I can’t believe I’m a mother now, let’s begin this new chapter of my life :3 gotta go
Ps. Lol this is weird but my boyfriend has work in the morning and I went on his phone to sent his alarm so he’ll get up in the morning. After I did that I went to look at his pictures because he has more pictures of our son on his birthdate then I do so I wanted to see all the pictures. They are all so cute besides the pictures of me in pain during labor and right after giving birth. Anyway I went to his recently deleted file and there are videos of him and his ex girlfriend being sexual lmao. I looked at one because I’m nosey and I didn’t get upset. Mostly because I’m the video he said he loved her and she didn’t say it back. She stopped loving him and he was giving her his all. It made me feel bad for him for a second but then I didn’t. If she didn’t do what she did in their relationship I wouldn’t have my son. Also I wasn’t upset because he was in a relationship with her at the time and yes they did have sex and I was also having sex in my relationship before him. But it was just burning in my brain I had to something.
Wow, I can’t believe I’ll be 30 weeks pregnant this Sunday. My little boy has been moving around and kicking me which sometimes hurts but I don’t mind. I just love to feel him move, it’s like no one else knows but me. My god I love him so much, and he’s growing so fast! I can’t wait to see him! My little baby, my little person, half my me! He’s not here yet but I’ll do anything for him, I’ve never felt this type of love before. Instant and unconditional. And I know once I see his little face it’ll triple. I’m sorta scared to be a mom but I’m more excited. I don’t want to fuck him up, I want him to be kind and smart, but I always want him to know when to stand up for himself and what’s right. I feel deep down in my soul that he’ll be an amazing person. I want to give him everything me and his dad never had and more. But now that my family and my boyfriends knows and everyone has come around to him and his arrival, I know we’ll have lots of help and I know this baby; our baby with be welcomed into this world with nothing but love and support. I’m so happy he chose ME to be his mommy! :3 Well until next time, peace!
Okay I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and I don’t want speak to any of my close friends or family about it. Mostly because I might only feel this way because I’m pregnant and I don’t want to them to get the wrong idea of my boyfriend. But anyway first let me say this, I love him, I love my boyfriend very much. He makes me so happy… but only to a certain extent. I makes me happy sexually, when we joke around and when we’re just happy in general. But when we comes to serious things in our relationship he just shuts down and goes quite. I thought relationships were about the good and the bad? And what makes things worse is that I’m working but he isn’t. And I won’t be working for much longer because I have to have my baby in July so everything will be on him for awhile. We also still haven’t moved out, and I’m still technically homeless. I just wish I had the money to get my own apartment, my own place to stay were my child and I will be comfortable and safe. I’m honestly thinking about starting a go-fund me since my job is barely paying to anything. I have other bills that need to be paid also, so I really think a go fund me would help out a lot. But who would help? I really don’t know but it won’t hurt to try right? But on a lighter note, guess what?! I am now 19 weeks! And I’ll be 20 weeks on Sunday! It just hit me, I can’t believe I’ll actually be someone’s mother soon.. I really hope I’m a good mom. And I hope my baby loves me as much as I love it. I can feel it moving sometimes. It feels like little butterflies in there. I’m checking to find out the gender next week, and just to get a check up because your girl finally got insurance!!! I’m so happy! But that’s all I have for today. Talk to you later!
So I was just thinking, I can’t wait until I’m rich and semi-famous (semi-famous meaning low key like you’re known but only but your fans or no ones in your business). I can’t wait until I’m living in my New York City loft, with my baby and I’m a well known amazing tattoo artist. Don’t get me wrong tattooing wouldn’t be my only source of income. I love to write so I would write fiction short stories, or a book about my life. I also LOVE to travel so would travel the world with my child and make a travel vlog or something. I have so many things I would like to do but with time. I have to get through this pregnancy first. Find a place to live, prefect my tattooing skills, etc. everything comes with time, patience and hardwork.
P.S Also back to my semi-famous thing I also can’t wait to have celebrity friends. Like BLACKPINK (Jisoo, Jenny, Rosè, Lisa), Rihanna, Zendaya, Jhene Aiko, other famous tattoo artist, famous chefs, Khary, Kota the Friend and honestly the list goes on.(I know it’s alittle weird listing off people I’d like to be friends with but hey what’s the harm? A girl can dream right?)
Sometimes I can’t stand my boyfriend. He acts like he’s the one who’s pregnant, he always has attitudes and it just makes me not want to be around him. Maybe I have been with him for to long. I’m literally been at his house since November, it’s time for us to separate for a little while. But Christmas here was okay. His mom got me some Christmas pajamas and he got me a cool book I’ve been wanting for a very long time. The only bad thing about yesterday was that I couldn’t really keep my food down because of the whole pregnancy thing. Speaking of I’m going to go check my the kid next Wednesday. He thinks we’re going for an abortion but nah I’m checking the kid. And I’m getting my health insurance on Monday! God I’m so excited. I’ve been talking to my best friend and my ex best friend about this whole thing and they’ve really been a big help. I appreciate them very much. I don’t know what I would’ve done without them. Oh! Also since I’ll be a mom soon I need to get my shit together! I need to get my credit right, invest in stocks, and work on my other species of income. You have to spend money to make money and scared money gets you nothing. I also plan to move out of my moms soon. I don’t to have a baby at her house, we need our own space. I was thinking about moving in with my boyfriend but he bullshits a lot and he acts like he can’t save his money. I told him that we need to start saving and he told me “no you need to, I will once I get a job.” Like that makes no sense at all to me. If you’re getting free money wouldn’t you want to save it especially if your ultimate goals is to move out by February or March of next year? All he does is spend his money on weed and food. And I get the food I’m partly to blame for that because of the kid but come on you can go a month or two without smoking to save a leave. Then smoke as much as you want once you’re established. Guys are so backwards to me. Sometimes I feel like I could be with him forever and other times I just want to leave him and be alone. But I do love him, he just need to get his priorities straight because they are all over the place kid. Anyway, I just wanted to update you on what’s been happening. Ttyl♡
Summary: Rey has some difficulty adjusting to being a new mother. Ben is here to help.
Preview:
Rey perfunctorily uses the refresher, careful to avoid the mirror. The steam from her recent shower swirls around and her gaze drops down and away, as she lifts her towel from the floor and wraps it around her body. Only then does she glance up, her eyes meeting her foggy reflection’s briefly, before dipping her head down and wrapping another towel around her hair.
She beelines out and softly pads to the bedroom, almost bumping into her husband in their narrow hallway on the way.
“Well, hello,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist and spinning her in a half circle. He ducks his head and captures her lips in a short, but searing kiss. She melts against his body for a brief, blissful moment, before pulling away.
“Mmm,” she mumbles her assent. “Hello. Did she go down?”
“For now,” he responds, good humouredly. “She didn’t give me too much trouble anyway.”
“Thank the Force,” Rey says on a sigh. “I’m starting to feel like a thala-siren.” An image of foamy green milk dripping from a bearded face flashes through her mind and she shudders.
“A what?” Ben asks, looking at her quizzically. It occurs to her that the mammal was likely native to the shores of Ahch-To and those who have not had the pleasure of visiting the planet would likely not know what she was talking about. She considers projecting an image to him through their bond, but decides against it. She’s certain the last thing her husband needs at this point is a visual of yet another lactating hypermammarian creature in his midst.
Instead, she just shakes her head. “You don’t want to know. Needless to say, if we can get her down to five feedings during the day and maybe one at night, I’ll be happy. And so will these guys,” she adds, palming a heavy breast in each hand through her towel and giving them a jiggle.
Ben groans out loud. “Please don’t do that to me.”
She sheepishly withdraws her hands from her tender breasts. He ducks his head to kiss under her ear, in the silky spot where a tender pulse beats. Then he continues kissing down her neck, wet, soft kisses. She gently exhales and loses herself in the moment as she twines her arms around him. His lips migrate to hers as his hands go to the knot in her towel.
“What did the medic say today?” he murmurs against her mouth as he loosens the front and starts to pull it away from her.
Rey comes back to reality with a suddenness akin to a bucket of cold water being poured over her head. She pulls away abruptly with a barely stifled gasp and tears the towel from his hands, wrapping it tighter around herself.
“Still too soon,” she manages to gasp out. “Said to wait a bit longer.” At those words, she brushes past him.
Once in the safety of their room, she quickly pulls a pair of sleep pants on under her towel and pulls one of Ben’s shirts over her head. Only then does she allow the towel to fall to the floor. Ben walks in as she’s bent over, drying her hair with the other towel. He sits at the edge of the bed and stares at her. He doesn’t speak and neither does she. Once she’s vigorously rubbed the towel through her wet hair, beyond the point of what’s necessary, she drops it to join the other one on the floor and then crawls into bed.
“Can you pass me my datapad?”
He turns to look at her and makes no move to do as she’s asked.
“Please, Ben,” she wheedles. Let it go. Please let it go. “I told Finn I’d check their trajectory for tomorrow and see if I could find him a better route than the one they’re taking. If he can avoid—"
“What’s going on, Rey?” he interrupts, impatient with her efforts to dodge the issue. He has eternally, frustratingly, been nothing if not straightforward. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Did the medic say something was—” He visibly needs to collect himself, jaw clenching, “—wrong? With the way you’re healing? It’s been over five months…” His voice trails off and he looks at her, almost pleadingly. “Talk to me.”
She responds in a visceral way to the worry and anxiety in his tone, but a knot forms in her throat at the thought of having to explain to him what, exactly, it was that was wrong with her. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Not like that. I just don’t – I don’t feel ready, that’s all.” She can feel her hackles rising, an innate defensiveness borne from a need to survive first and foremost at an early age, and she tries desperately to quash it before it consumes her. This is not Jakku. This is not Unkar Plutt or the other scavengers and traders. This is Ben. She can be honest with Ben. She can be herself with Ben.
