First BFP, ever!

I am in total shock. Brad is guarded and trying not to get too excited. We are holding out for the blood test on Monday to really jump up and down! What relief. At least we know that I can get pg. Now only to stay that way.......

All human wisdom is summed up in two words: wait and hope.
-- Alexandre Dumas.

To pee, or not to pee? That is the question!

Ohh...ahhhh. This box is very tempting. I got up yesterday morning at 4 am to pee. This is not my norm. (I can usually hold out until at least 6.) Midstream, I remembered that when I went to bed the night before I had told myself I would POAS in the morning. Rats. Too late. Nevermind the fact that I have a pact with a friend not to test until Sunday, the day before my blood test, nor that the blood test itself is less than a week away. Rats again.

In other news, last night our dear, sweet dog Henry entered the living room where I was reading and proceeded to yak on the carpet. Mind you I did not hear or see the wondrous event....rather I caught the aroma and bolted for the kitchen sink to do the same. I went upstairs to get Brad, direct him to the cleaning supplies, and beg him to take care of it. All the while, visiting the bathroom myself to give up the rest of the contents of my stomach. After blotting the tears from my eyes, a smile slowly crept over my face. Could this be the real deal? Hmm.....

To pee, or not to pee?

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic
so powerful as expectation of something better tomorrow.
-- Orison Marden.

1 week down, 1 week to go.....

Well, it's been a week since those 2 perfect little embryos where transferred back into their new home. I know nothing yet, but I felt it was necessary to update you all on the nothingness. I have already POAS once and it was negative. Too early, I'm sure. Patience is a tough virtue to exude during this time.

I have a multitude of symptoms that could easily be explained away as non-pregnancy related (incredibly sore tata's, intermittent nausea, fatigue, occasional twinges in the nether regions, inability to do laundry, weepiness, etc). I just popped over to Walgreen's website to check out the side effects of the Prometrium and it pretty much covers all of those symptoms. Naturally. ;) But, I'm still hoping there's a bun, or two in my oven! I'll keep you updated. I'm bound to break down and POAS at some point this week. Maybe at least we'll all be prepared for the results of the blood test come next Monday. I'm still optimistic! :)

Hoping does not mean doing nothing. It is not fatalistic resignation. It means going about our assigned tasks, confident that God will provide the meaning and the conclusion. It is not compelled to work away at keeping up appearances with a bogus spirituality. It is the opposite of desperate and panicky manipulations, of scurrying and worrying. And hoping is not dreaming. It is not spinning an illusion or fantasy to protect us from our boredom or our pain. It means a confident, alert expectation that God will do what he said he will do. It is imagination put in the harness of faith. It is a willingness to let God do it in his way and in his time. It is the opposite of making plans that we demand that God put into effect, telling him both how and when to do it.
-- Eugene Peterson.

Henry sings the blues.....

Bummer. Bad news: None of the embryos being monitored for progression towards 5-day, freezable blastocysts actually made it. So here's hoping the beauties the doc put in the oven bake up nicely.....no pressure, right?

In the mean time, there's nothing to do but wait. Completely unrelated to the subject at hand, I thought I'd post a pic of our hairy little "child", Henry...who as you can see was terribly sad about the bad news today too. Pitiful isn't he?

If it were not for hope, the heart would break.
-- Thomas Fuller.