Thanks everyone for all the support for my total shocker of a BFP yesterday! It appears that the IUI on September 4 (a full seven weeks ago!) actually worked. Tomorrow at the ultrasound I’ll find out if things are going well – we should be able to see a heartbeat and measure to see how far along I am, but the doctor said that if we go by the IUI, I am nine weeks pregnant. I’m guessing I’ll measure somewhere in the eight week mark because there has to be a reason I got a negative pregnancy test two weeks after the IUI –whether it was a late ovulation or implantation or what. Right?
The period I got on 9/22 can be explained by the fact that I stopped taking progesterone pills when I got my BFN, so the bleeding was withdrawal bleeding from that… I remember having one fleeting thought that it was a pretty light and easy period for having what seemed to be like a pretty good, thick lining. But honestly, I didn’t think twice about it. When I peed on a stick yesterday morning, I knew it would be negative. The only reason I even thought to do it is that I was complaining to a friend about the nausea and how completely and utterly exhausted I’ve been and she said “if I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you’re pregnant!” We laughed it off, both knowing that it wasn’t possible. But a positive test! WHAT?!? I still can't believe it.
I feel TERRIBLE now for all the crap I’ve been putting this little fetus through. Because five weeks ago, negative pregnancy test in hand, I proceeded to live on the edge until yesterday. I’ve been boozing pretty hard, pretty regularly. I went to Mexico and drank the water (and beer) with reckless abandon. I’ve been drinking tons of caffeine, eating blue cheese and cream cheese and lunch meat and everything you’re not allowed to have while pregnant. I’ve been regularly taking DHEA, Evening Primrose Oil, Estrogen tablets, etc. I just got my hair highlighted on Tuesday (it still smells like chemicals). I freaken’ skydived, for crying out loud! All… while… pregnant… holy moly I am hoping and praying that I didn’t do any permanent damage. No mom-of-the-year awards over here. Good lord.
So I go in for an ultrasound tomorrow morning. A BFP is obviously good news, especially with a beta of 34,000, but the true test will be in the sac tomorrow. I’m obviously nervous and freaking out. But my “symptoms” are holding strong. Boobs still sore and enlarged. Nausea actually getting worse. I'm still super tired. I’m assuming these are all good signs?
I’ll try to post as soon as I can tomorrow and let you all know how it goes. My appointment is at 9 am. I would say I’m not sure how I’ll possibly get any sleep, but luckily I’m exhausted and will probably fall asleep by 9:30 tonight. GAH!