The Bomb

*****Sensitive readers may want to skip this post********
(If you do read, please read edit at bottom)

Remember the lucky streak I was on? Hub got a raise, I got a new position (that I'm really enjoying by the way), Hub got a great offer on some personal projects (though he's working his tail off), I got free tickets to a BNL concert.... Wasn't that awesome?

Remember how I said that if only I were ovulating right then, our lucky streak might be in our favor? Also remember that last cycle, my body behaved exactly as it should? (minus the ovulating on CD31 thing). That was lucky too huh?

Well, apparently I've done enough of the bad luck for now and am in for good. Let's hope we haven't used it all up yet - because my uterus is currently the cushy home of a cell clump.* I tested on Monday as both Hub and I were suspicious for various reasons, but only danced around the subject. Which of us wants to look like a fool or jinx it ya know? It was positive very quickly. I almost hyperventilated. Since then I've had two betas and a progesterone draw.

Beta number one - 14DPO: 146
Beta number two - 17DPO: 623
Progesterone: 27.2 (I think)

My most fabulous FavoriteOB gave me a fist bump and a hug. Then when I got the second beta results, he relayed a message through his assistant. "Tell her she's the bomb." Love that man.
Hub and I have worked out a system that is really working for us. We are going to be happy. We are going to only focus on each milestone, and if we pass that milestone with gold stars, then we will celebrate and be happy some more. We will only worry about each milestone as it faces us, and try not to think about what could happen later. We will focus on the blast/emby/fetus as it is at that point and not focus on it as something it's not yet. In short, we will love our little cell clump exactly as it is and for what it's achieved - not as something it may not be able to. :) After all, we're already farther than we've ever gotten before. And I really really love that man.

In short - I'm pregnant, feeling good except the boobs are exploding, along with my bloated gut and I'm 19DPO. Two more days until embryo designation. More on the whole story in other posts.

EDIT: If you know me IRL, or on any other networking sites, please still keep it quiet in those places. Most of family does not yet know. I needed the release of writing and the support of other slightly scared, befuddled IF peeps.


*That's our name for blastocyst. Blastocyst just doesn't roll off the tongue so well.