Keepin’ It Real Rewinds 06
Shortly after letting out my "Bahama Mama Braids", Brad and I made the decision to try one more round of the low-dose hormone treatments before going the adoption route. I’m not sure what to attribute it to (trusting God more, less nerves, prayer, timing, the idea of adoption) but the load seemed lighter this time. Something about it seemed right. There was a silent confidence inside of me, yet I still remained overly reserved. Medically everything looked perfect, but our "chances" of getting pregnant (with one baby) were only estimated at about 30%.
July 21, 2006
I woke up before 5 am and no matter how hard I tried my eyelids would not close. My blood draw was at 9am. Four LONG hours away. I held out on taking a home pregnancy test, because I wanted the official medical results. I also wanted to spare my heart from a false-positive, but now I couldn’t stand not knowing. I woke Brad up and minutes later we were squinting at the instructions with sleepy eyes. I didn’t have to wait 3 minutes for the results, the plus sign appeared immediately.
Did I need 2 plus signs for a positive or just one? Two Slash Marks? Did I do it right? Should I go out and buy another one? Hurry, figure it out before it disappears!
It was all so hard to process in the wee hours of the morning. Why didn’t I just get the one with the little indicator screen that spells it out plainly, "Pregnant/Not Pregnant"?
It was a "time stood still moment", with a celebration to follow. It wasn’t an all out celebration, because we still wanted the medical confirmation, but one that included hugging, crying, taking pictures in our pjs, and then yep, you better believe it, crawling back in bed. (I repeat, I am NOT a morning person!)
After my blood draw, we meandered around Target and Barnes and Noble waiting for the much anticipated call from our nurse, Lisa. We contemplated creative ways to break the news to our parents to pass the time.
A few hours later our phone conversation went something like this:
Nurse: We got the HSG counts back to confirm that you are pregnant!
(Insert screams, laughter, and a few million "Are you serious?" questions)
Nurse: Your counts are pretty high, though.
Me: What’s that mean? Am I really pregnant?
Nurse: Yeah, you’re really pregnant. It might be an indication of twins. It’s too early to know for certain, but it’s a possibility. You’ll have your first ultrasound in 2 weeks and that will tell us more.
(Insert momentary silence)
Me: Twins? But like no more than twins, right? (So nieve.)
Nurse: No, probably not. It could be just one, it’s just too early to know for certain. We’ll see you in 2 weeks! Congratulations!
I was gonna be a mama after all….
PS I posted twice today, so scroll down if you haven’t read my earlier entry.
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