Sorry to have left everyone hanging at 13DPO.
Over here at Casa Writer, the husband and I have been holding our breaths since 14DPO when my period didn’t appear. We were holding our breaths and waiting for the right moment to test, all while I mildly cramped, touched my sore breasts way too much, and wondered at the bloating I was experiencing.
My husband and I talked out the logistics of peeing on sticks last week and decided that, between our schedules, his parents’ visit, and not wanting to get up our hopes, a Sunday test would be good if I made it that far. I’d be 19DPO at that point — close enough to the week-late milestone and his parents would be leaving right after breakfast (thank Cthulhu they didn’t stay with us). We’d be able to celebrate or be sad/confused without them intruding on our day too much.
At 7:30am on Sunday, I woke up needing to pee (on sticks). So I did, with my husband waiting nervously outside the door. TMI, but I hadn’t even finished peeing (what? I had to go) when I peeked at the FRER and saw that the second line had instantly popped up. The control line was just forming.
Positive. Oh my goodness, positive.
I finished my business and leapt out of the bathroom and into my husband’s arms. “It’s there, it’s there, it came up right away!” He laughed, we hugged, and he said, “About time!” I think we just stood in each other’s arms for a few minutes, giggling.
I also took a digital so I could see the word “Pregnant” on a screen. I stared at the FRER for a while, delighted that the test line was stronger than the control line (not that that means anything in the long run, but you know TTC people are weird). We cautiously talked about next steps and joked a little about what could be.
I’m 5 weeks today by my count. Still super early. I’m sending vibes and thoughts to the growing embryo in there — grow, grow, grow! Stick, stick, stick! My confirmation appointment was yesterday, with my beta and progesterone coming back at excellent levels for a 5-6 week pregnancy. The doctor offered his congratulations and told me to schedule an ultrasound for two weeks from now.
We’re on pins and needles. We have so many hopes and so many worries about what could happen in the next few weeks. I’m even nervous to post this. We’ve told no one except my doctor and my yoga teacher (who needed to know about special conditions).
But right now, at cycle 16, I’m pregnant and we’re happy. We’re so very happy.