So those of you who clocked the dates in my last post will realise that my 2 week wait was at the end of April. It was the same as any 2 week wait really with the ups and downs that one has come to expect. It was the 2 weeks that the entire cyberworld seemed to be getting BFP’s. The only difference was on the Sunday before our test on the Wednesday I did comment to Villa Boy that my boobs looked fuller. Plus I never had the gut wrenching feeling the night before we tested that it hadn’t worked which I had had in every other round.
So Wednesday morning came, I got up and said to Villa Boy “I won’t bother coming up to tell you the result we know what it’s going to be.”. “Don’t be silly” he said! Approx 3 minutes later I was waving a pissy stick under his nose saying “How many lines can you see?”. Yes we had a feint positive and a slightly stronger one on the other test I had done, just to make sure whatever result was collaborated you understand!
Wow I didn’t stop shaking for what seemed like days. Then the next 2 week wait started, the one that ends with a scan. Now during this one I did go slightly mad, this cumulated in me being too anxious to take the stuff I had bought for anxiety! It was also during this 2 week wait that several of the cyber bfps sadly turned to miscarriages, I felt for all of them although all I could do was hide myself away and live 1 day at a time.
Our 6 week scan was fab, we had a strong heartbeat and everything was spot on for dates. “What happens now” I said to the lady who scanned us, “you’re pregnant” she said “you go to the doctor and everything is as if you got pregnant without us!”. That sounded a bit scary.
Long story short, with my history of miscarrying I still had to fight for some early scans and we were scanned at 7 & 10 weeks, it put my mind at rest for about 5 nano seconds but generally it was a terribly long few weeks. But somehow with a lot of love and support from family and friends we made it to our 12 week scan. Most importantly we walked out of the 12 week scan without having to see a doctor, with a scan picture of a live baby with a low nuchal measurement. 7 days later our blood tests came back showing us at very low risk for chromosome abnormalities. I have even managed to utter the words “I’m pregnant”. It still feels very fragile and I can’t believe that we may get a happy ending. But one day at a time is getting me through.
I won’t be banging on about being pregnant this blog is about infertility and things to help you get pregnant but I thought I ought to explain my lack of posting over the last few weeks.