Kind of officially Official (Sort of)

On Thursday, I went walking with L, who's also "trying" and had a vision of the two of us with rotund pregnant bellies.

Friday morning brought a negative home pregnancy test.

Saturday, M had his hand on my belly and asked if his baby was in there.

On Sunday, I was feeling dizzy (which happened on and off all last week, and which I attributed to sinus yuckiness) and had a yucky stomach. I got through my lesson without having to sit down and without falling over.

Last night I went to bed debating with myself when to take (another) hpt. This morning I woke up with visions of babies and having had a dream of myself rocking a sleepy toddler on my lap, his/her front to my front, legs wrapped around my waist.

Deciding that was a decent sign, I took a digital ept test. It said "pregnant". I went in and announced to M, who was in the shower, that "my eggo is preggo". He said "Congratulations! Are you happy?" I said "Nervous. I'm going to call the doctor today."

I went to the doc. I'm only 4 weeks, 3 days - waaaayy too early to see anything even by transvaginal ultrasound. They took blood and put in a "stat" order. I freaked them out by telling them I'll be out of the country from the 29th to the 10th. That's prime ectopic trouble time, and we're all trying to confirm whether I'll have that issue with this pregnancy or not.

So. I'm cautiously optimistic. Dr. M said that if my progesterone is high ("like about 12"), he feels I'll be OK. I felt like a ball of nerves before my visit, and calm afterward - even though I knew nothing more than I did walking in there. Oh, except I have fluid around both of my ovaries "which isn't necessarily bad news". That's all I could have hoped for at this point I suppose.

I call tomorrow for the quant results. I looked in my journal where I taped in my handwritten notes from last time. At 6 weeks, my hcg was 3,300 and my progesterone was only 5. Not good numbers. This time I'm hoping that hcg is getting up there and that the prog is "about a 12".

In the meantime, I'll be waiting and crossing my fingers until I see him again next Monday. And hoping my uterus score isn't a big fat "zero" this time.

In the meantime, I'm exhausted! But I won't let myself sit for long enough to fall asleep. I get up and move every time I feel sleepy.

~Nichole