Seriously?

I call myself the anti-tester. In the 21 months since we started ttc, I’ve only tested a few times. My LP was usually short and my temps would take an early dive. When that happened, there was no need to spend money on a test. I rarely have HPTs in the house, but this week I happened to have one that’s been sitting around for months.

I tested at about 5:00 am on Dec, 26. We were going to an ugly Christmas sweater party that night and I wanted to make sure I could drink. I suspected I might be pregnant because I had a nice fallback rise chart that looked completely different from any other chart I’ve had before. I also had very sore breasts and was tired. I blamed the tiredness on my recent workouts and progesterone. I’ve bumped up my workouts recently to lose the few pounds I gained while on Clomid. I was also having a lot of fun racing the guys I swim with. I missed working out so hard that I’d max out my muscles. It felt great to be doing that again. We got over 3 feet of snow in December and I blamed my sore breasts on all the shoveling I did. We don’t own a snow blower. Cork wants one, but I secretly enjoy the workout shoveling gives me.

I didn’t turn the main bathroom light on when I tested, just the shower light. I could see the second line on the test within a few seconds, even without the light on. Of course I didn’t believe it, so I turned the main light on. I went back to bed without telling Cork. We were both supposed to be on vacation that day, but his boss was being difficult and told him last week that he had to come in. I didn’t sleep well after I had tested. I finally got up around 6:30 and headed for the gym. I worked out and called my docs office as soon as it opened. She had me come in for a urine test and then a blood draw to check hcg and progesterone. My urine test didn’t come back very dark. My doc wasn’t convinced I was pregnant, but sent me for the blood test anyway. I should have told her that I’d downed a ton of water after my workout and that I’d Od on CD21, so I was only 14DPO instead of 21 like she seemed to be assuming.

I was going to wait to tell Cork until I got my hcg levels back, but I couldn’t. He left work at noon since his boss wasn’t there and it was completely dead. I hate cutesy baby clothes. The type with cartoon dogs, or pooh, or anything else that makes a child look ridiculous. I went to a store and bought a poka dot pajama bag and a onesy with a reindeer on it. The onesy is the type I don’t normally like, but it was a Christmas onesy and if this beans ticks, it’ll be able to wear it next Christmas. As soon as Cork got home, I had him open a present that had the those two things and the hpt in it. He was so excited, but he knows how excited we both got last time to be disappointed a few days later.

My doc called with my hcg and progesterone levels a few hours later. My hcg was 117 at 14 DPO and my progesterone was 31. While I feel very comfortable with both of those, I’m still worried what Monday’s results will show. My doc wants me to continue supplementing progesterone, which I’m more than happy to do.

We went to our party on Friday night and I got through the whole night without anyone asking why I wasn’t drinking. I did have a few sips of beer because the host makes his own beer and it was amazing stuff. I kept my plastic cup full of sparkling water most of the night and our friends assumed I was drinking mixed drinks. Someone had brought a jug of home made alcohol. They didn’t pass that around until about midnight. I easily got out of doing shots by saying we were headed home soon and that I was driving.

We haven’t told our families yet. I’ll see my sister tonight and will probably tell her then. We’ll see my parents on Wednesday or Thursday and Cork’s parents and sister on Saturday. As long as my hcg levels seem good, we’ll tell all of them when we see them. That’ll be the only people we tell until I’m further along. They all deserve to know since they’ve been so supportive over the last 2 years.