It shouldn't be surprising to anyone that knows me that I felt compelled to go out and get another HPT because I started to second guess the test from last night.
So I bought a store brand test for six bucks and tried it again tonight. No doubts that it is positive. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the thought that I am really pregnant. As much as I have wanted this I don't think I ever truly believed it would happen. I never thought I would be able to say the phrase "I'm pregnant." Every time I think it I feel like such a fraud.
But, as for now, I do believe that I'm pregnant. I guess when I get the beta on Friday I'll feel slightly more comfortable with it all. I keep telling myself that we have weeks to go before we should start to feel confident. Never having been pregnant before I have no idea how my body might handle it. I think Amazing Daddy will feel much better when we have an US and find out it is not multiples.
Health wise I feel great. My only complaint is my ass is starting to hurt from the PIO injections and my boobs are killing me. Every time I cuddle up with The Boy I wish I had a a suit of armor around me to help dodge his sharp little elbows. Oh yeah, one other thing, I suddenly can't stand the taste of diet coke. yesterday morning I tried cans from five different cases thinking I had a bad batch. Finally I asked one of my co-workers to try one and she said it tasted fine. Guess that's one way to stop a nasty habit.
It's all I can do to keep from telling every one I know we're pregnant, but AD has asked me to have some control. I know he's right, so I'm trying. I did tell my mom though. She was of course happy but then made several comments about how worried she was for me that with TB this is all going to be too hard and I have no idea what I'm getting myself in to. She also can't understand why AD would want to have a baby when he's about to turn 50. I got several warning not to tell anyone for a couple months. And also not to tell anyone that we used donor embryos. Thanks Mom, glad I could count on you for some excitement and support.
Of course this is the same Mom who had to have a long serious talk with me after our visit home at Christmas to make sure I understood that she would never really be able to come out and help us, especially if I was on bed rest, because she could never leave my father home with out her and he'd never be able to stay here for more than a couple days because he's such a damn busy retired man in real life. Or something like that. She just loves him too much to be away from him and she'd worry all the time that something would happen to him while they were apart. Sweet huh? Yeah, I know it is and I'm really happy they have each other and love each other so much. I'm coming to accept she's not the typical mom/grandmother. Of course what she seems to have forgotten is that no matter how desperate I was I don't think i could handle having her around for an extended period of time.