We had done a 2nd round of IUI using Follistim in May of 2006 and I was waiting to see if I would get my period or get to go for a blood test for the very first time. It was a Friday and we had plans to get together with "the gang**."
**The Gang, at the time, consisted of my two best friends since the 6th grade (KT & MD), their husbands (M & G) - one of whom we'd known since the 8th grade, and Baby M - belonging to KT & M. These are people that I can't live without. There are now 4 more kids added to the mix.
During the day I started to spot. I was hoping beyond hope that it was implantation bleeding -- since the medical advice on the web said that it could be. We got to MD & G's house and on one of my trips to the bathroom I discovered I was bleeding -- like the beginning of a period. I was devastated. I pulled myself together and went back to my friends, where I mentioned to the girls that it had not worked, yet again. They were the best! In their silent way (without alerting the menfolk) they let me know it would be okay and this would happen for me. Like I said, I can't live without these people.
On the way home in the car I cried. I cried in bed that night. In the morning when I woke up I cried some more and then I called the fertility clinic. They told me to go ahead and start up my injections the following night (Sunday) but to take a pregnancy test in the morning -- just to be sure. I said I would and cried some more.
I called my mom later that day. Sunday morning we were supposed to attend the wedding of the daughter of my parent's best friends. Aside from my parent's friends and their children we didn't really know anyone else there. I knew I was not up for this event. I called my mom, in tears, and told her I just couldn't muster the energy to attend and be nice and friendly and outgoing to people that I didn't know. I just couldn't. She said she understood and would send my apologies.
This was the first time in this 18 month process that I had really just lost it. I had started to feel hopeless. I knew in the scheme of things, 18 months is nothing. But all of the stress, disappointment and fear finally crept in and I had it.
Sunday morning arrived. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. While in mid-stream (I know...too much info) I remembered about the pregnancy test. I clenched, patted and waddled over to our linen closet to get the one test I had left. I peed on the stick and walked away.
I'm pretty sure I left it for more than two minutes. It's not like I wanted to rush back to the bad news that I already knew was facing me. When I finally remembered to go back to the bathroom I picked up the test and saw two extremely faint lines. I mean, these things were so barely there that I thought I had actually started to lose my mind and I was imagining that they were there. I grabbed Hubs and asked him to look. After careful consideration and about 30 minutes of staring at something that had piss all over it, we came to the conclusion that we both saw something. Natural sunlight, fluorescent light -- it was there, sort of.
I called the fertility clinic and told them about our science experiment. They said to hold off on the injections and to come in for a blood test the next morning. If it was negative I could just start my shots the next night.
You'd think I would have been excited and jumping all around. Nope. Didn't believe it was true. Couldn't be. I had started bleeding yesterday -- although that had sort of gone away by that point. I checked on-line about false positives all day long and found that they were very rare. Still...I did not believe.
