9dpiui 11dptr
and tweaked to see it better
10dpiui 12 dptr
and tweaked to see clearer.
Dollar trees tweaked(but not necessary in IRL these lines have been clearer than the FRER.)
So…here’s me not jumping the gun, but thinking I might actually be knocked up.
You can kinda see it in the pic. I can see it in real life, but Joseph took his phone to work(rude am I right?) and that has a better camera. I will take a pic of it dry when J gets home.
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
and tweaked.
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.
