It took nearly two entire years to conceive successfully. What did it?
IUI with Clomid and a trigger shot! On St. Paddy's Day. We joke we had the luck of the Irish even though neither of us has a lick of Irish blood running through our veins. Now we also did things the old fashioned way at the urging of our doctor too. Who is to say exactly what happened in the deep recesses of my body.
I was not supposed to test until March 31, exactly 2 weeks after the IUI. The weekend before that though I was sick and nauseated. As Jason will tell you often this is typical for me although since going back on acid reflux meds my vomit sessions have been few and far between but that doesn't mean I completely stopped gagging...just cause. Well all that weekend I had a lot of gag sessions and every evening since that Thursday I would feel nauseated as soon as the sun would begin to set. I was also tired. I rarely takes naps unless assaulted by a migraine but I took a nap both weekend days that weekend. By Sunday afternoon I was wondering. I had HPTs just sitting in the dark bathroom cabinet all alone and I decided at least one needed to see sunshine. While Jason was outside I peed on a stick. I left the stick on the counter and walked outside to confess to him what I had done. After waiting a few minutes I walked back inside to take a gander. I have to admit I was feeling pretty confident. Why? Because my due date would be in December. It's a family thing.
So I did not have a huge reaction when I looked down and saw a faint line.
Jason was waiting for me in the kitchen so I walked out looking down, looked up and said, “Looks like it worked. I’m pregnant.” We hugged. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a movie type moment as we were scared. Not scared of being pregnant but scared of losing the baby. We’ve been down this road before. It sucks. So we stuck to being cautiously optimistic and swearing each other to secrecy until the first trimester was up. I would be the first to slip up, what a surprise.
