Shortly after I wrote my last post, I could NOT take it any more. I had held off drinking/peeing for four hours in the afternoon, and I POAS.
Nothing. But whatever, it was 4dp5dt, and really, the pee was pretty dilute. So whatever.
So I held it for another few hours with no drinking.
And peed again. And I *thought* that just maybe maybe maybe, there was a second line. But I didn't get excited. And I didn't tell DH about the ridiculousness.
Now that the seal had been broken, I peed again Tuesday morning, at 5dp5dt. I took a shower to distract myself from the stick, got out, and lost my shit.
For now, I'm pregnant. (gah! i'm crying typing those words!)
One of these guys decided to stick around.
I peed again in the afternoon, I peed again this morning, and I added a FRER to the mix. I do have to say, those wondofo tests are amazeballs- way darker than the FRERs, though I've heard that from others too.
|I am in shock that those are from MY pee.|
When Dr Boy got home that night, I had a gift bag sitting on the dining room table. I told him it was a belated birthday gift I had forgotten to give him. Inside, there was a onesie I bought (with bestie N) from the college bookstore in town. He didn't really get it, and was like "counting your chickens?" So then I pulled these cupcakes out of the fridge.
Happy, happy day.
I guess fourth time really was a charm :)
(and then today i became "that" patient and asked to move my beta up to fri instead of sat. and they said yes!)
(and i just added a bfp label to the blog that made me cry again)