Saturday....Wedding Day

I had mentioned in a previous post that we decided I would take a pregnancy test on the Saturday of my friends' wedding.  Because we wanted to know whether I should drink or not.

So that Friday night I reminded S that I would be testing in the morning.  According to what I've read, it's best to test right away in the morning. So I planned to do so accordingly.

We both got up that morning, I took the test, and we waited so we could walk in to look at the results together.  We both stepped into the bathroom to look at the results, with a lot of emotion running through us, and the test was a dud. No lines on it. Nothing.

Great. That was a waste of money.  On to take another one when I need to pee again.

So I tested again.  This time we didn't both walk in at the same time. I looked first, and showed him the results.  One bright pink line (the control line), and one very faint line you had to squint to see.  What does this mean?  Off to the instructions I go.  It said that any 2nd line is a positive.

Positive? No way!  I brought the stick to S and let him look at it. With telling him he needed to squint to see it, but there's a 2nd line. He asked what that meant, and I told him it meant no more fertility treatments and no more meds. No freaking way! Only 1 round of meds? That's all it took?  We seriously expected this to be worse. To be a long journey. To be a lot more discussions and disagreements about how far into IF treatments we were willing to go.  Could this really be? We're going to be parents?

Like any other insane woman out there.  Since the line was faint, I just HAD to do another test (a non-cheap one) to see if it gave the 2nd line.  Sure enough.  2 bright pink lines!

There were many tears of joy, elation, and worry that day.  Which we knew would happen for us.  We wanted children. We had no idea when we wanted them, but we knew we couldn't just "try" and have it happen.  So we gave it 1 shot.  1 shot of medication. 1 shot of trying. 1 shot of my body responding and cooperating.  And it's there. We're pregnant!!!!!!!!

Well damn, now I can't drink at Cassie's wedding.

Follow up appointment

I know I'm late to giving a result to this, and I apologize.  But I wasn't sure how I wanted to write these next posts.

I went to the Dr's office to get the Progesterone levels drawn.  He confirmed that I ovulated on day 16 of my cycle, and that our timing was perfect. This was on a Wednesday, and he told me to go ahead and take a pregnancy test on the following Tuesday if AF hadn't come yet.
Then he prescribed me Provera to help induce my period (if it didn't come on its own), and Clomid for the 2nd round.  I expressed to him that S and I were not ready to do a 2nd round.  He pushed that he would prefer we begin immediately with another round, but understood if we weren't quite ready.  So he told me to take it again in 3 months, because he doesn't want me going longer than 3 months without a period.

On the drive home I called S and explained to him what the Dr said.  He said he wasn't comfortable doing another round on the medication, but understood my Dr's reasoning for not wanting me to go that long without a period. So we would re-visit it in 3 months.....if we even needed to revisit it.