We tried to catch our priest after Mass, but he had already left :(
So, we headed off to DH's parents' house, where his mother is home with cancer, recuperating from surgery and preparing for a 2nd round of chemo. We wanted her to be the first to know. So, we brought her some paperwork to sign from one of her Drs, and inside the paperwork, we put the sonograms.
When she opened it, she looked at us in disbelief and asked, "And... what is this...???" "That's your grandbaby," we responded.
Our plan after that was to stop by my office quickly for a progesterone injection.
In preparation for the weekend, and *possibly* finding out we were pregnant on a Friday, I decided to give my NaPro Dr the head's up that I may be going for labs that Friday, so she could keep an eye out for them over the weekend. I did this on Thursday, the 14th. But, I knew I wanted to surprise her, too, since she's been waiting for this for just about as long as we have! During lunch on Thursday, I quickly jotted down what I could remember about my cycle - how many days of bleeding, days of mucus, and the premenstrual spotting day, etc. I brought it into the lunch room where she was working and grabbing a quick lunch, and said,
"Would you mind if I picked your brain about this chart? This is one of my long-time infertility clients. She wasn't charting at the time, but she went back and wrote down what she could remember."
Dr J said, "Did she take a pregnancy test??"
"No, not yet."
"Well, she needs to!" and back to her work and lunch, she went.
So, I just quietly turned the chart over,
She jumped up with a yelp, and gave me a big hug, then immediately started to get me ready for a blood draw! I stammered, well, we kinda want to wait until tomorrow to test... we're still not sure... to which she responded, if you're not pregnant, you can send me back to medical school. Plus, as she pointed out, getting the blood work done on Thursday would allow us to have the results in hand on Friday, not sooner. So I went ahead and got labs, but went to a local LabCorp for insurance purposes.
Walking into that LabCorp and seeing the SAME WOMAN who checked me in and drew my blood on more occasions that I'd care to remember was so surreal. She didn't say anything specific about my blood order, but the entire time she entered it into the system, she had a huge smile on her face. She asked if I wanted it STAT, if maybe the Dr "forgot" to write that on there. I just said, "Ya know? We've waited 8 years. What's one more day? No STAT necessary." (Who am I???)
I sat in that chair, looked out the window with the same old Winnie the Pooh decals stuck on it, and just felt like I was a much different person that the one who had last come into that lab over 4 years before. A much calmer person. A much more peaceful person. It felt wonderful.
After the ultrasound Friday morning, I checked my lab results:
Praise the Lord! All good, just a hair low on the progesterone, hence the injection on Friday afternoon.
(My 2nd results were from Tuesday, 8/19:
I took a couple of vaginal suppositories Tue and Wed night to tie me over to the next injection tonight - but can now decrease to 100mg IM. In all honesty, I'm on a super conservative regimen, right now, and may not even need injections. I think my Dr's assuming the "take no prisoners" stance with this pregnancy!!)
We got the injection, then headed up to NY to tell me parents and sisters.
Now, since DH has been on hCG, and my family knew about this, and how it was the pregnancy hormone, and how funny it was that DH could pee on a stick and get a positive, but I couldn't, we used that joke to our advantage ;) We picked up a couple of digital pregnancy tests. (I knew my poor Dad wouldn't be able to read a regular one with lines.) When we got to my parents' house, we both used the restroom, and both peed on a stick!! One of my favorite memories of this whole weekend, actually, was waiting with DH as his pee stick finally registered the word "Pregnant." OMG, so funny!! He put his test in his pocket, and I put mine in my purse.
We went into the kitchen where my mom and sister were, and shot the breeze for a while, then, I feigned remembering DH's pregnancy test.
"R, do you have the pee stick on you, still? The one I made you take today to show my parents? Yeah, take a look at this, he got a positive test, after all these years, isn't it wonderful??!!" We laughed as DH showed the test to my Mom, and she just pursed her lips in mild amusement and shook her head. As the laughter died down, I quickly pulled out my test.
"And, here's mine."
And... my mother didn't believe me.
She thought I was kidding. Said if it was a joke, she would murder me. DH said, don't do that, it'll be a double homicide!
I showed them the video. When I started listing my symptoms on the video, my Dad said, "Hm. I must be pregnant." Hahaha.
Evidently, there will be more installments to this news, because as the emails, comments, FB mssgs, voicemails, and texts come in, I am hearing more and more and more about just how perfectly timed this miracle seems to be.
As I've said before... there are no coincidences in my life. Only God-incidences.
Praise God, now and forever.