That’s right, I’m calling it. 4w0d. I’m flippin’ pregnant, ya’ll.
I suppose I need to use my words right about now, in addition to yet another photo of pee sticks.
The past few days I have been floating around in a cloud. Saturday morning we were snuggling in bed, and the anxiety had worn me down. It was 6dp5dt and I asked A if I could test. He reluctantly agreed.
I am SO glad I tested when I did. I was able to enjoy the weekend instead of worrying through the whole thing. Every day that I wake up, pee on a stick, and find out I’m still pregnant is the best day of my life.
Do you remember when Becky tried to announce her pregnancy to Jesse on Full House? And she cooked baby back ribs, baby carrots, baby corn, etc? Ever since I watched that (how old was I? 8?) I have wondered how I would tell my husband I was pregnant. I imagined it being so romantic. (Of course Jesse had just gotten the news that the Rippers were going on tour or something, so it didn’t quite work out for Becky.)
With IF treatments that romance is stolen from you. But I have reclaimed it. I “break the news” to A about three times a day. On Sunday, over Chinese food, I copped a somber tone and said “Listen, there’s something we really need to talk about and I guess now’s the best time. I’m pregnant.”
Yesterday I texted him and said “We need to talk. I’m pregnant and I think it’s yours.” He responded “Whatever! We only did it anal!”
Of course, I don’t have the luxury of ignorance. I know so much. I know we have so many hurdles to jump.
There are three big letters on my mind: E, H, M. Is it Ectopic? Will we find a Heartbeat? Will I Miscarry?
I already know that the wait for the ultrasound will be the longest wait of my life. But I have a really good feeling about this, and I’m trying not to ignore that.
Beta is tomorrow. In the morning I will take my only digital HPT and I fully expect it to say “Pregnant”. I have taken the morning off work (I’m so useless here, anyway!) so I can spend the time waiting for the phone call with my husband.
Cross your fingers for a beautiful number that doubles by Friday!
10 comments:
I'm so, so happy for you!
And like you, I had all these dreams of how I was going to tell my husband. Instead I think it went something like "Honey, do you see a second line?" "Yeah, I do. What does that mean?" "I guess I'm pregnant?"
Aaaahhh, thanks IF!
Here's wishing you a happy and healthy nine months!
This is the best post ever. I am so, so, SO excited for you!
PS - Now I need to go find that episode of Full House - I totally remember that! :)
Yay!!! I have a good feeling about this one!
I'm so happy for you! Yeah those things might happen but in the meantime, enjoy it :) Worrying about it won't change anything.
It's so gratifying seeing that picture and the lines getting darker each day. :) Congrats again!
Sooooo happy for u!!! Love those pee sticks! Annnnnd loved that episode of Full House!!! "cheese having a baby!" hahaha!
Where's the T for twins?
Also, my ex-roommate's friend's cousin totally got pregnant from anal, so your husband's not off the hook yet.
So freaking awesome. Congratulations again!
Awesome. I have been following you for a while, I think what brought me to your blog was the ovarian cysts. Gotta love them. So excited for your BFP!
I've been out of pocket the last few days - WOOHOO!!!! I'm so excited for you! I can't wait to hear your beta numbers - so exciting!!!
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