He told us again that our only real chance of getting pregnant was through IVF because of my potential LUFS (Luteinized Unruptured Follicle Syndrome) and Hubs issues. We told him about Hubs' insurance covering everything up to IUI and about how we wanted to keep doing IUIs next year, but that we were done for the rest of this year until we changed insurance.
Dr H gave me a high dose birth control prescription to take continuously for the rest of the year to keep my endo at bay until we were ready to cycle again, as well as a daily prescription of femara. He told me to test on Wednesday, and that of course, if it came up positive, everything we had discussed that day was moot. I told him I didn't have feelings one way or another as to whether or not I was pregnant. The endometrin he has me on gives me pregnancy-like symptoms, so I attribute anything out of the ordinary to that.
Normally taking a pregnancy test throws me into full-on panic attacks. But this morning, I thought for sure I was going to be filling my birth control prescription tonight. So I did my thing, and walked out of the room to get ready for work. When it came time to see if I could discontinue the progesterone, I went in and checked on the test. Here is what I saw:
The bottom test was from this morning with FMU. I couldn't believe it. I was so excited I couldn't quit shaking. I had to muddle my way through putting on my liquid eye liner and mascara. I literally couldn't think about anything else. Hubs was afraid it was a false positive, because those have happened to us before. And he was afraid it was still from the trigger, but that should have been completely out of my system by Monday. So when I got to work, my BF and I ran to the pharmacy and grabbed a box of FRERs, and tested again at work. It took that line no time at all to show up, and it showed up at the same time as the control. That was the top test. What I think is funny is that line is darker than the FMU test.
I go in for our first sono on the 28th. I had my OB order the hcg levels because Dr H's nurse said he didn't put anything about it in his notes, so I figured it was easier to drive two blocks to my OB and have her do it, than drive 35 minutes to Dr Hs office and have them do it. I won't get the levels back until at least Friday, and then hopefully they will order up the second set that day.
I know that there have been a lot of prayers from loved ones and friends that have gotten us here, and I am so incredibly grateful. I really don't think this would be possible without all the prayers. I am literally pregnant against the odds. I just pray that this little poppy seed makes itself at home and gets nice and comfortable, because I really want to hold this little miracle in 9 months. We have been through so much over the past two years trying to get here.
Little baby, PLEASE burrow in good and deep. Please grow and thrive. Please make your way here safely in 9 months. I promise you will have a wonderful life with an awesome daddy, and out of this world amazing big sister, two fantastic dogs, possibly two gerbils, and loads of fish. I want you to be with me when we go to Disney Land later, and I want you to be with us, growing and thriving, when we go to London. Please stick. Please. You are one very wanted little baby, and you will be very loved, just like your big sister.
I hope to hold you in my arms in 9 months.