Our Padawan Pregnancy Journey-Day 34, Week 4

Well, we honestly didn't think we would be at this spot for a very, very long time.  It was just last month that I went to my OBGYN asking for her advice on how we can up our chances of getting pregnant on our own.  I left that appointment hysterical and crying, not knowing if we would ever be able to conceive without fertility help.  Long story short my hubby is working with, what my OBGYN said, was 3% normal sperm.  She basically told me in that appointment that getting pregnant on our own was going to be virtually impossible, that we could try on our own for a few months, but our best options would be AI and then IVF if that didn't work.

So after my hubby got me calmed down, he came up with a game plan: we would try for 6 months, actively try, tracking ovulation and whatnot.  After six months, if there's no success, then we would seek fertility help and begin whatever kind of treatments they suggested.

So we tracked ovulation, we got the happy face on the OPK pee stick, we did everything we were supposed to do.  I took a pregnancy test on Thursday, February 9, knowing very well my period was not due until the following Wednesday, but I had a few extras lying around, and lately my hobby is peeing on sticks.  Negative.  I knew it would be.  My sister came into town that Saturday and we went to a Mardi Gras parade on Sunday, February 12.  Just for shits and giggles, I came home and took it test.  That bright pink test line that always shows up, pregnant or not, came up like it always does immediately.  I looked at it and said to my dog, who happened to be sitting at my feet, "nope, not pregnant."  (I really need to stop talking to him like he's a human.)

But I stood up and looked again.  Hmm.  There's another VERY faint line on that stick.  I mean, I have to squint to see it.  Hmm.  Strange.  There's NEVER been another line, faint or not, on these sticks.  Hmm.  Hubby is offshore working.  I told him I would never call him with pregnancy info over the phone like this.  So that led me to the next best thing: my best friend from home in Ohio.  The girl I've been going to since November when we went off the pill (but weren't trying at that point).  I texted her a photo of the test, and she told me "a line is a line!  You're gonna be a momma!"  I ran out that night, picked up more tests, including digital (which read "Not Pregnant" that same night), and smiled a goofy ass grin all night long.

Whoa.  Wait.  Didn't my OBGYN just tell me 3 weeks before that I would more than likely not be conceiving on our own without the help of fertility treatments?  Yep.  She did.  And what you're saying is, on the first damn try of tracking ovulation and actually "trying," my hubby hit the ball out of the park and scored a home run?

Yep.  That's exactly what happened.

Now.  I could call my OBGYN a dumb bitch (which I have quite frequently over the past week), but instead, I'll just write her a little note thanking her for her useless advice, and letting her know we'll be moving on to a different OBGYN (closer to where we're moving, so that's a plus).

So in those first 48 hours of finding out I was, in fact, pregnant, and trying to keep my excitement from my hubby on the phone, I took like 10 pee tests.  All positive.  I waited to take the digital until later on in the week.  My hubby got home on Monday, February 13, the day after I took the first pee test and got that big fat positive (BFP).  I had a cute plan and surprised him when he got home.  He was... shocked, to say the least.  Floored.  Dumbfounded.  "Are you sure?"  Well... I think so.  Those tests don't lie.  What a wonderful Valentine's Day present for us.  :)

Wednesday was the day, the Aunt Flo day.  She never did show her wretched head.  Nothing on Thursday... Friday... and so on.

So Thursday, February 16 (technically 4 weeks preggo at this point), we decided to tell my mom and sister the good news.  I didn't want to; I was nervous.  I didn't want to jinx anything.  But with the way my hubby works, someone else had to know, in case something happened and I needed some support.  So we met them for dinner, and I sent a text message with a picture of the "Pregnant" digital reading from a digital test.  My sister got it first at the table at the restaurant.  She threw her arms up in the arm and just said "WIN" with a big stupid grin on her face.  It took my mom's phone about 2 extra minutes (seemed like a freaking eternity) before the text came through.  She looked at me, said "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" and started crying, right in the restaurant.  She jumped out of her chair, nearly knocking it over, tackled me with the force of a linebacker, than ran for my lovely hubby.  She was shocked, too.  She was on the receiving end of the hysterical phone call after I left my OBGYN's office just a month before, reassuring me that we would hopefully be able to conceive on our own, but if we couldn't, there are other options.

So.  My hubby knows.  I know.  My mom and two sisters and step dad know, because they were all at dinner with us.  The Melting Pot waitress who waited on us on Valentine's Day unfortunately knows because she was very nosy, trying to get me to have a cocktail, and after my many "no thank yous," I had to finally tell her why I wasn't divulging in the booze she was offering.  And my best friend.

So this will be a big fat secret until, we're hoping, around April 1.  I'll be about 10.5 weeks by then.  I dunno if I can keep it a secret that long.  I want to tell everyone, but I'm a realist.  We'll wait until things look fabulous enough to tell.  My first appointment is March 7, with a new OBGYN located closer to where we are moving.  Another reason I had to tell my mom... in case my hubby isn't home to go to the appointment with me, she'll be the stand in hubby.

We're excited.  I'm thrilled.  Elated.  Scared shitless.  I woke up stressed yesterday morning, thinking "oh my gosh, we won't be able to sleep in anymore!"  :)  Obviously I'm worrying about other things, but sleep is, and always has been, a #1 in my life.  Speaking of which... I can't get enough right now.  Thanks tiny embryo!  I'll be glad to be tired if it means your little tiny being is growing and getting healthy and becoming the greatest love of our lives.

xoxo
T

OH PS... about the "Padawan" thing... I told my hubby we had to come up with a nickname for our tiny being.  Something clever.  Cute.  I was thinking like Buttercup, Sweetness, something cutesy.  He came up with Padawan, which apparently is a Jedi in training.  Yep.  We're already breeding a first class Star Wars nerd, just like my hubby, and this embryo just looks like a tadpole at this point.