So…here’s me not jumping the gun, but thinking I might actually be knocked up.
I had plan to POAS today. Until I woke up at 3:00am with my bladder full. I tried to just fall back asleep, but at 3:40 I lost my battle with the bladder and peed. I woke up at 6:50(Joseph turned off his alarm and over slept.) Peed in my cup, and POAS. I am 9dpiui, 11(.5) days past trigger
So, now I can only wait, hold my breath, and PRAY this is actually a baby, and not the residual trigger. Why do I do this? Oh, and my trigger was only 5000.
If I’m at home, I’m not wearing a bra. I don’t like them. I will probably regret this one day when my boobs are saggy, but I find them uncomfortable. Today, when I got home from work, I took off my bra…and my boobs hurt. Not super bad, but enough to where I can tell. Usually in my tww, I have very little symptoms. The boobs, they never get sore. In addition to that, I am a bit crampy. And in addition to that, I have six frer waiting for me to grace them with my urine. I peed on an opk today just for the fun of it.(it was fun.)
On my way to work today there was a rainbow. Hoping this is a sign of what’s to come in the next couple of days.
Both mine are in the air. 7dpo. I had some INTENSE pain today after our Easter brunch, and feeling a little crampy. And I want to pee on so many sticks. I don’t have any. I’m going to buy two three packs of FRER tomorrow after work. I’ll pee on Tuesday morning 9dpo. I know that’s early, but I just feel like this has been our best chance yet, so I’m cautiously hopeful.
I’m sitting in our work room(J has his computer, and I have my sewing stuff) sewing a romper for my sweet niece when I see my best friend pull up. I hurriedly run to put on a bra and brush my teeth, come back out and she was gone. Leaving behind a gift bag on my porch.
Sweetest friends we could ask for.
Instead I awoke to empty arms and an empty womb.
I’ve been dealing pretty well this month with clomid. Until tonight. Survivor season two episode thirteen. They voted off Kentucky Joe. And I sobbed. I mean ugly crying sobbed.
other news, my uterus feels crampy. I’m only 3dpo, bur something resonated with me at our iui Sunday. My re said “the uterus is a potential space.” so anything, even one wee little egg(or maybe two) could hopefully possibly register something.
I remember how excited I was. I had just had my annual pap in February 2011 and discussed with my ob that I hated the pill and wanted off of it. We weren’t trying yet, but we were in a situation where if it happened we could deal with it. She said that was great and that if I wasn’t going to be on the pill, I needed to be taking a prenatal vitamin.
Thus began our fifteen months of not trying but not preventing. Through that time I occasionally popped a prenatal vitamin(like when I thought we actually might be pregnant) but it was never a daily thing. June 2012 rolls around and we’ve both finished grad school, we’re kicking butt at being married, so we start trying. I have about a quarter of my original bottle of prenatals left, but I pitch them and go buy a new bottle, because I don’t want to have to buy a new one in the middle of a pregnancy.
Last night I just finished my fourth bottle of prenatal vitamins. Hoping so hard that the next bottle is my last.