It's time for the real details. At least the essentials- All I can fit into one, monster sized, post!
I think I am finally in a place where I feel comfortable saying all of this out loud.
Plus, I think I'm gonna get a beat-down from some of my bloggin' buddies if I don't publish the facts right quick.
Let's start at the beginning shall we?
September. It was a lovely month. Hubby and I both went back to to work. We were very busy. Also, I was in a play,which included rehearsals almost every day and required me to go out for nightly gin and tonics with my fellow cast members.
The baby making plans, schedules and paraphernalia went out the window.All told, we had sex a whopping 3 times that cycle. We decided that come next flow, we'd try the almighty Clomid. Although I wasn't happy about it, I was ready to give it a try. We joked about how funny it would be if this would be the month I got knocked up.
Thanksgiving came and went and when I popped a button on the second week of our play's run, I chalked it up to my many helpings of Hubby's sausage and chantrelle stuffing.
On October 14th, we went to an adoption clinic. We were very inspired by what we learned and decided if Clomid didn't work we would start looking into the process more seriously in January. We were a little frightened by the cost and how we would manage and we were saddened by the potential 3 year wait. That didn't stop us from daydreaming about a child. Or taking a million adoption books out of the library.
On the morning of October 15th,as I was getting ready for work, a pee-stick gave me the evil eye from it's position high on the bathroom shelf. I figured, let's just pee on that sucker so we can chuck it out. Let's just get rid of that nasty little article for good. It never crossed my mind that it could be my turn for a positive result.
It was cycle day 29.
I peed. I continued with my morning routine. When I looked down, I saw what I have never, ever seen before in my life: 2 FREAKING PINK LINES! 2 FREAKING PINK LINES FOR ME!
My voice shaking, I called hubby into the bathroom and said "Baby? What do you think of this? What does this mean?"
While scratching his head in a daze, he replied "Huh... Hummm. Huh?"
We promptly hopped in the car and headed to the grocery store. The stock boy pulled back the plexi-glass barrier (the one that protects the pee-sticks until the pharmacist gets to work at 8 am) for me and I snatched up a couple. We headed over to Starbucks where I peed on another stick. This time there was a blue plus sign. Huh.
The next morning... another blue plus sign. And that afternoon, a trip to the doctor's office, and some more pee,offered up the official confirmation. Pregnant.
It's all been bullshit decoy posts, reading baby books and neurotically checking the toilet paper since then. Of course, I was dying to blog right away, but with so many real life friends reading along, I felt that 4 weeks was a little early to be sharing the news.
At 8 weeks we went for an early ultrasound. We were nervous. We were prepared for anything. We saw what a litre of water can do to a tiny bladder. And we saw a heartbeat. A magical heart beat. Beating inside of a tiny Lima bean, or polliwog...depending on the angle. We were thrilled.
I'll be 10 weeks on Tuesday.
Slowly...I am starting to allow myself to become attached to this person inside me.
Dreaming...that this could be it, this can happen for us.
Wondering ...what life will be like as a family.
Growing... so much- that already- I do not fit into my pants!
Ha!
I'm not complaining.
I swear I am not. I was,however, secretly hoping that the Titty Fairy would visit me before the Fat Ass fairy did.
I'm pregnant.
It's bizarre.
It's surreal.
It's awesome.
~ Now that the flood gates are open...I am remembering thousands of little everyday things that I wanted to share with you all...I honestly hope, that in the weeks, and months to come there will be many more wonderful details for us to share with each other. Yes. I am a little on the sappy side tonight!
