One HECK of a Day

I woke up bright and early to head to Dallas for my first beta.  As the blood flowed into the tube, I thought, "You better be good, blood.  You better have some solid hCG in there.  You are in control of my emotions/life/craziness and I'm counting on you to rock this out.  Get in there and kick some ass."  It was a good pep-talk, I think.  I felt so helpless when leaving.  Like I had left all of the evidence with the lab and my fate was in their hands.  Only time would tell...

Before arriving at school, I inconspicuously ran into Walgreens to snag a box of FRERs.  It was time...this was happening.  I nervously handed the box over to the cashier (who also happens to be our school's crossing guard) hoping she wouldn't recognize me.  She did.  She then went on to comment about my purchase and asked me if I was getting ready for Mother's Day.  WHAT?!?  Wait for it...it wouldn't scan.  The effing machine didn't recognize the product!  The cashier then makes the announcement, "I need a price check on First Response Pregnancy Test Value Pack."  Smooth.  Really smooth.

I couldn't wait to manufacture enough pee to try one out.  Finally, at 9:15, I took the plunge.  I've never been more excited to pee.

With our fresh IVF (in February), I got the call.  We decided to change it up this time around and told the doctor to deliver the news to my hubby.  He then, could choose how and when to deliver the information to me...text, phone or wait until we both got home.  The choice was his.  We texted back and forth a few times but nothing juicy.

Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock...this was proving to be the LONGEST.  DAY.  EVER.

I left my classroom during my break but took my phone with me (duh).  I may or may not have been staring at it with hopes that it would ring.  It did.  It was hubby.  He said, "Where are you?"  I said, "Heading to my classroom.  What's up?"  He sounded good.  I was relieved.  As I turned the corner into my classroom, he was standing there.  I closed the door, in shock.  Do people show up to deliver bad news?  He said that the doctor called him at 11 with good news.  We're pregnant.  My beta is 149 and we'll repeat it again on Friday and Wednesday.  Did you catch that?  Pregnant...ME!!!  Preggo.  With Child.  Unconventionally knocked-up. 

We hugged, kissed and then hugged and kissed some more.  It was one special moment that I'll never forget.  So, for now...we're pregnant...pregnant and cautiously awaiting our next two betas.

Oh and by the way, at 9:15, I got my second line...