- Fort St John, BC, Canada
- My husband, David, and I had been trying to have a baby since November of 2007. After 'letting things happen', we got the amazing news that we were pregnant in June of 2008. Sadly, that pregnancy ended at 9 weeks with a natural miscarriage. After two more chemical pregnancies, we turned to fertility treatments in 2009. That decision was a disaster, with lousy medical care and poor monitoring. In December of 2009, we made the huge decision to move onto IVF. Things fell into place like magic and we began treatment on January 15, 2010. After a blighted ovum in March, we did a successful FET in June, only to endure another blighted ovum in July. We kept up and underwent another IVF in September/October of 2010 with the arrival of our son, Brogan in July of 2011! After our lovely success (finally) we decided to undertake yet another IVF treatment and hope for a sibling for our little red headed boy. Well... so far it's worked. Our story continues below!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
9DPO - 4dp5dt
And I'm testing. And testing. It's the most fun part of this entire process! At least.. when you get something to ponder and photograph. Which I do.
I took the first test at 7dpo. Yes, there was a tiny thin line that took forever to show up. Obviously the trigger shot, but very faint and knowing how the trigger metabolizes, it was not going to stick around for long. That was 9 days past the trigger. The trigger is supposed to be out of your system after ten days.... that's the longest all the websites say, so I think it's pretty safe to say that ten days is an acceptable timeline.
So I took another test at 8dpo (yesterday), and hmmmm.... there was another line. Okay. This is a bit early for a bfp, but perhaps it's a very early bfp crossing over a very late trigger...? Could happen?
Today I am 11 days past the trigger.. and got another line. Definitely stronger than the lines before. So here's my very first HPT Junkie Photo. I won't post anymore unless there are lines. Don't get me wrong... of all the people out there, I don't need your tsk tsk'ing of disapproval for me getting my hopes up, or testing too early. As I've said - this is fun for me and I want to squeeze every bit of possible joy out of every bit of goodness possible.
Oh yeah, and there are some symptoms. I'd like to rip my breasts off my chest and toss them into the kitchen garbage pail. I did rip my husband's head off last night when he came in from the pipeline for a romantic evening with me. I said I was sorry, carefully sewed it back on, and then promptly ripped it off again. Yay for me. Happy little pregnant lady. Just glowing at times like that.
Hey, I've been pregnant four times.. or is it five... in the past three years, so I know the rug can fly out from underneath me in a whisper's wink. That's why I have my hands on the hallway rug and have my hands firmly placed on the wall. I'm solid. I'm prepared. I'm ready for a pregnancy and maybe that's what makes me emotionally stable enough to deal with not getting one.