Then Something Funny Happened

A few days after the transfer I had a pretty strong feeling something was cooking in there.  I tried my best to be patient and wait the nine days until we were supposed to go back but ultimately I failed.  I just knew something was different about my body.  I obsessively googled how soon I could possibly take a home pregnancy test and see that second pink line.  People, I didn’t even last that long.  By Friday I was at Walmart looking for my favorite brand.  I had a few more errands to run before going home and I couldn’t even wait THAT long.

I walked into Target and headed straight to the bathroom, pregnancy test tucked into my purse.  I peed on it and then tried to wait patiently in the stall for the three minutes.  You hear a lot of weird things in a Target bathroom if you sit in there quietly for three whole minutes…but that’s for another post.  The test was negative.  I was a little surprised but not discouraged.  It was very early, and test or no test, I knew something was going on.

The next morning I had to use my ninja skills to take another test.  J had already made it very clear that he wanted to wait until we heard it from the doctor.  I think the ups and downs of our IVF cycle had really thrown him and he didn’t want to go through that again.  Rather than respecting his wishes I opted to be a mature adult and just keep it a secret.  So I snuck downstairs, peed on the stick and tucked it under some junk mail, in case he came downstairs.  Then I nervously paced the kitchen for three minutes.

Finally the timer went off.  The loud kitchen timer….I’m a terrible ninja.  I tossed aside the pizza coupons and there, right THERE were my two pink lines.

I could hardly contain myself.  I ran upstairs, jumped back into bed, and woke up J.  Side note: I’m also a terrible secret keeper.

Me: Hypothetically, if I took a pregnancy test would you want to know what it said?

J: Larri, seriously?  You didn’t even it make five days?

Me: Well technically four if you count yesterday.

J: You’re terrible.  Either way I don’t want to know.  I’m waiting until we go to the doctor.

I was kinda bummed but I also totally understood.  We’ve been through a lot and we both need to handle all this stuff in our own way.  I knew how he felt before I took it so I wasn’t surprised by his reservations.  I was just happy to see those lines again.

You’d think I would have been satisfied at that and waited the next few days to go to the doctor.  You’d think.  But then you would be underestimating what a psycho I am.  I took a pregnancy test every morning for the next three days, ya know, just to watch the line get darker.  I told you, complete lunatic.

We went in for my blood draw on Tuesday morning and the nurse asked if I wanted to do a urine test, most women haven’t already taken half a dozen.  I asked J if he would look at this one and he said he would.  So just for him I peed on one more test.  We left the office feeling cautiously optimistic.