Last night, I dreamed that I took a pregnancy test and I was pretty sure it was positive, but it was like this old-school thermometer with the mercury thingy and I had to tilt it at a funny angle to read the lines, and the second line kept disappearing on me (yeah, I get it, subconscious — way to be subtle). This morning, I peed on an actual home pregnancy test (not a thermometer), then took the stick back into bed with me, and lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering how I’d tell everyone that it was negative, if I should cancel my plans to visit a museum tonight just in case I broke down weeping, then convinced myself that it was better negative anyway because my body should really recover from all the medication and the hyper-stimulation before trying to grow a fetus. And wine! Totally wine.
Then I held my breath and looked. And I saw this:
And then I was all:
And then I started crying, and thanking a god I don’t believe in, and I may have actually kissed the damn pee stick, which in hindsight is pretty fucking gross, but at that moment I really just wanted to call the people who make First Response Early Result HPTs and thank them profusely for giving me a second line (I’m still convinced they’re the ones behind this, not myself or my fertility doctors). It’s a bit faint, but at 9dp5dt, I’ll take it.
I had an appointment at the clinic this morning, too, to check up on my OHSS, which is still kicking around but at a “mild” level. I begged to do a blood test because waiting until Monday would kill me, and the nurse relented. My beta was 244.
I’m pretty sure that 9dp5dt is the equivalent of 14 dpo, in which case I think that number should be fine (it’s at least an improvement on the 11 that showed up with my ectopic). I’ll of course be going in Friday to make sure it’s doubling.
Until then: Still not letting Lady Hope in the door, but in good spirits nonetheless. Oh, and this is what Weeps had to say about it: