So this month, I had tender breasts starting at 1DPO. SERIOUSLY early. But considering that last month I could have sworn I was pregnant and wasn't, I wasn't going to get all excited.
Yesterday was Abel's EDD. It could have been his birthday. I woke up in the morning and PIAC, and got nothing. So I went back to bed and cried. I was hoping that I could at least get some happy news for the day that should have been my son's birthday.
An hour later, I took a look back at the test. I had an evaporation line. Now evaporation lines mean nothing, they basically mean the test was left out too long. It means nothing, seriously. Except that last night at Morris practice, I was extraordinarily tired. Downright exhausted. And some of the other signs were there.
So this morning I PIAC'd again. Faint line. *blink blink* So I went back to bed (didn't fall back asleep for quite a while), and decided that instead of the regular cheapie strips, when I woke up again I'd POAS.
Three minutes. That's all it took. I went downstairs to show your Dad the stick, and he just looked at me and said "so here we go again..." and gave me a big hug.
I called up Dr. Sharara's office and asked Sherri, "Can I come in for a Beta this morning?" She was silent for a moment, and then said "Sure... Do we have good news?" I said "I think so!"
Baby, whomever you are, please stay. Mommy wants to see you grow up.
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