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So.
Andrew and I have been trying now for well over a year for a sequel. We decided that if nothing had happened by January, we would go to the doctor and see what referrals and tests we might need.
I was feeling a bit meh over Christmas and Santa was due to deliver a horrible painful, hormonal present on the 25th.
Lucky me. Joy.
But nothing except cramps and meh.
So I decided I didn't care anymore. I ate oysters and Brie cheese and champagne at Christmas, while Andrew was frantically panicking .
I decided not to get my hopes up because every time I do, I'm devastated.
So I decided to ignore it until we got back from the in-laws... out in the hot farming regions where it was hot and uncomfortable.
More cramps and discomfort. Not to mention the horrible way a certain father-in-law behaved and the emotional distress it caused for everyone else.
I decided yesterday, after 43 days to, as Andrew so eloquently put it, "piss on a stick".
I did the test and walked out of the bathroom.
Then I made Andrew get up and check it for me.
Guess what??
After all those months of false alarms and getting my hopes up, it's finally happened.
I'm 6 weeks pregnant!
A tadpole is on the way!
A sequel is being published!
And I still can't believe it.
I feel less pregnant now than I did all those other months....I'm a bit tired, but not overwhelmed.
I'm peeing a bit but not what is expected.
My breasts are as painful as they were at the start of every other month, so I don't feel a thing different..
*touches wood*
We went to the doctor's yesterday and thankfully our doctor was in. She was so excited for us.
We did another urine test and the positive line was bolder than the control line. No doubt about it.
I had the blood test as well.
She wants me to go back in a week when I've had a chance to think about whether I want to get an obstetrician, or just go with the midwives association and all that.... so much to think about already!
And there's still such a long way to go, like another 6 weeks before we can tell anyone and so much can still go wrong....the good news is that I'm back at work by my 10th week, so I only have to hide it for 2 weeks before I announce it at work.
:-)
*hugs all of you*
Thanks for putting up with my rambles, and giving me your friendship and love and support.
I love you all.
and sssshhhhh! Don't tell my Mum!
*hugs*
Andrew and I have been trying now for well over a year for a sequel. We decided that if nothing had happened by January, we would go to the doctor and see what referrals and tests we might need.
I was feeling a bit meh over Christmas and Santa was due to deliver a horrible painful, hormonal present on the 25th.
Lucky me. Joy.
But nothing except cramps and meh.
So I decided I didn't care anymore. I ate oysters and Brie cheese and champagne at Christmas, while Andrew was frantically panicking .
I decided not to get my hopes up because every time I do, I'm devastated.
So I decided to ignore it until we got back from the in-laws... out in the hot farming regions where it was hot and uncomfortable.
More cramps and discomfort. Not to mention the horrible way a certain father-in-law behaved and the emotional distress it caused for everyone else.
I decided yesterday, after 43 days to, as Andrew so eloquently put it, "piss on a stick".
I did the test and walked out of the bathroom.
Then I made Andrew get up and check it for me.
Guess what??
After all those months of false alarms and getting my hopes up, it's finally happened.
I'm 6 weeks pregnant!
A tadpole is on the way!
A sequel is being published!
And I still can't believe it.
I feel less pregnant now than I did all those other months....I'm a bit tired, but not overwhelmed.
I'm peeing a bit but not what is expected.
My breasts are as painful as they were at the start of every other month, so I don't feel a thing different..
*touches wood*
We went to the doctor's yesterday and thankfully our doctor was in. She was so excited for us.
We did another urine test and the positive line was bolder than the control line. No doubt about it.
I had the blood test as well.
She wants me to go back in a week when I've had a chance to think about whether I want to get an obstetrician, or just go with the midwives association and all that.... so much to think about already!
And there's still such a long way to go, like another 6 weeks before we can tell anyone and so much can still go wrong....the good news is that I'm back at work by my 10th week, so I only have to hide it for 2 weeks before I announce it at work.
:-)
*hugs all of you*
Thanks for putting up with my rambles, and giving me your friendship and love and support.
I love you all.
and sssshhhhh! Don't tell my Mum!
*hugs*