April 30, 2012
I left work and headed to the fertility center to get my second blood draw after our embryo transfer to determine if I was pregnant. Our doctor required two positive blood tests prior to giving you the results in order to rule out any factors that could result in a false positive test (ie: the HGC shot I took a couple weeks prior). Talk about torture! Although I had the first blood test two weeks prior, they were unwilling to divulge the results of that test until we completed a second blood draw. We did ask questions about taking a urine pregnancy test at home and they told us it was completely up to us. Although this seemed like a no-brainer, I was super nervous as I did not want to get a false positive result and get my hopes up, or worse, an entirely negative result.
I was a nervous wreck heading down to the fertility
center. I went in, had my blood drawn in two seconds and was done. The
phlebotomist asked me if it was ok to leave a message on my cell phone with
either result, or if I preferred to talk to a nurse. I immediately answered
"you are welcome to leave a message either way." Personally, I did not want to
talk to anyone! What if it was bad news? I certainly did not want to burst
into tears at work! They told me they would have the results in a couple
hours. Off I went.
I headed back to work for the afternoon. I tried to keep
myself busy but all I could think about was that phone call. Ugh. My stomach
was a disaster. I started bargining with myself thinking, "Well, if it didn't
work, we still have seven frozen embroys waiting." I set my phone on my desk
and turned up the ringer just slightly to make sure I wouldnt miss the call (the
message really). Well, I did miss it. When I saw that I had one voicemail, my
heart sank. Oh well, here went nothing. I absolutely had to listen to it. My
favorite nurse Brooke was on the other end. All I remember her saying is
"Congratulations, your test was positive, you ARE pregnant." I sat there is
disbelief for a moment and texted Logan right away. BEST NEWS EVER!!!
Before this process began, I thought the most difficult
part of this would be getting pregnant. Little did I know that was not the
case. Little did I know what was in store over the next month. One hardship
after another.
(The ultrasound photo above is one of many that I have
plastered all over my fridge. I chose to share it because it was not the first
we had done, or the most recent, but because, I love the date on it. May 29th,
2012. Yep. Our third anniversary! I find it ironic. I guess this is
what marriage is all about. I specifically remember the night of our
anniversary being very low key. After all I was on complete bedrest and could
not do anything. Logan fried up some trout that night and we sat and ate on the
floor together. That was it...and I loved it.)
