And now on to the real point of this post. It's something I've been keeping secret on the Interwebz for over a week. I hope you'll forgive me.
I have a baby bun in my lady oven.
After a little over 2 years of trying, my lady parts finally cooked up an egg for the, ya know, man stuffs. This part is very embarrassing to talk about so let's just leave it at that.
I will however, get all fertility technical on you as long as I do not have to talk about sperm.
I suspected I was pregnant on Sunday, January 22. My boobs were sore, I felt like I could smell everything in the entire world, I was nauseous, I was having vivid dreams, and I wanted to only eat Mexican food. I took a test that day. It was negative. I didn't stress out. I was only 10 days past ovulation. (Still very early, I said to myself.)
I spent the next day feeling very sick, my boobs were on fire (still are!), and the smell of a coworkers lunch almost made me hurl. I broke down and took a test later that night (actually 3). All 3 were positive (barely).
Let me show them to you.
|11 days past ovulation.|
I was in shock. I called my husband. I cried. I tried not to get all panicky.
The next morning I took 2 more tests just to make sure I didn't dream the previous night. They were positive.
|12 days past ovulation and morning pee - much darker.|
OMG. I am pregnant.
I had my second blood test on Friday to make sure my HCG levels were doubling. It was 133.
OMFG. I am really pregnant.
I'm trying not to get too excited...it's still very early. I go in for a 6 1/2 week ultrasound soon to confirm everything is where it is supposed to be.
I will continue to take tests to make sure the line is getting darker. (So far, so good.)
Until then I'll be obsessing over the fact that I am 34 today.
And spending a lot of time trying not to toss my ice cream cake.
Happy Birthday to me!
UPDATED TO ADD:
I woke up to this little gem this morning. I can't unsee it. (P.S. thank you OTDE crew!)