Results: BFP!!!

It has been a long 11 days since the transfer.  It's been hard to be calm and not to worry about all of this baby stuff.  I'm sure glad I did my best...took all my hormones, didn't lift anything, did very little around the house, ate a lot, laughed a lot, (ate some more), slept a lot (including naps...weird) and tried to just not think about it.  With all my visitors, the time seemed to pass more quickly than I expected...plus the two day trip to Kansas City sped the days along.

When the plane landed in Phoenix, Richelle picked up Matt and me up from the airport.  We dropped Matt off at home and then headed to the 24-hour Walmart to buy a pregnancy test.  ALL the nurses told me time and time again not to take a home test.  With my hormones so outa whack...there was a chance of getting a false positive or a false negative.  Dr. B mentioned she was okay with us doing one, but I still was unsure.

I did the test as soon as we got in the house.  The stupid dark pink "negative" line appeared immediately (like always), but slowly the second line started to appear.  It remained very light, but it did look like a second line...at least Richelle said it did.  I was skeptical...and I refused to even crack a smile.

Richelle went home after we devised a plan to pee on the second test first thing in the morning, when HCG levels are higher.  She woke me up before my alarm asking what the test said.  I tried to tell her to leave me alone and let me sleep...I'd take the test when I woke up.  She didn't let me sleep.  ...the second test came out the same.

I didn't get excited.  I was too afraid to feel one way or the other until the blood test came back today. 

Mike and I drove out to Dr. B's office this morning before he dropped me off at work.  We did the quick blood draw and then asked all of our questions.  Lots to know no matter what the answer...at the end Tammy asked which number to call with the results.  I gave her Mike's number.  I knew I didn't want to hear the word "negative".

My phone rang with Dr. B's number...I answered and I heard Tammy's voice.  She was on speaker phone with the other nurses from the office...and she said my beta was a _____.  I didn't hear the number she said, but I said, "Is that good?"  She laughed and said, "Yes."  I asked her, "Does that mean I am?" Tammy and the other nurses all said "YES!!"  By this point, I had tears streaming down my face...Rob & Candice were the only two people at work and they were both anxiously awaiting the news.  I didn't know what to say.  I felt so surprised...shocked at the news.

I called Mike and said, "We're gonna have a baby!!"  He was speechless...literally.  I wish I would have driven to the precinct and told him in person, but when he got home from work...it was better than I thought.  I was talking on the phone with Richelle (who in on a mini-vacation with some of our friends) when Mike walked in the door.  He walked over to me...already had tears in his eyes.  I hung up with Richelle, and we embraced for a long time and just cried.

I don't think either one of us knows what to think or feel.  I guess I feel slightly frightened...and like we should have gone to Europe last year. :)  I am, of course, over-joyed...I know Mike is too.  We have been waiting for so long...it all just seems surreal.

I have another blood test on Tuesday.  I am still on most of my restrictions...they aren't too bad.  No lifting anything, no sex (sorry, Babe), light exercises only and I continue with the hormones.  I am in for about 10 more weeks of the shots.  Not sure where I can stick myself for 10 more weeks, but we'll figure it out between bruises.  Per my super-pregnancy wheel I will be due around February 16.  Also...we find out how many babies in a few more weeks.