I promised you all that my next post was going to be better than that last post was. So yesterday afternoon Morrisa called me and said that she wanted to take a pregnancy test that evening. So for the remainder of the day, the drive to pick her up, and the drive home I was lost in space. So we get home and she does the test and while we're waiting we do the progesterone shot. Once we're finished with that we both ran into the bathroom already preparing ourselves for the negative we are about to see as we have for the past 6 years. Once we arrived to the awaiting test something was wrong. It doesn't look like all the other tests we have had in the past this one had 2 lines instead of one. A BFP? Are you serious? No way!! It can't be.
I think we both were in shock and we both started crying. We were both so excited but I felt bad because I was extremely excited and yet I was kind of holding back my excitement at first. I felt that the infertility has kind of cheated me of how I should be feeling. We should be jumping for joy and planning all this baby stuff, a room, furniture, a wish list of stuff. Yet we know all too well what could go wrong.
So we went to my softball games still excited and dwelling on the what if's. We lost the first game 15-5 but returned the favor the second game beating them 35-8. I had to throw some sports in there. I hit a monster home run, which Morrisa missed because she was busy talking with the other fans. Some fans huh? Just kidding.
Anyway we tested again this morning dreading that something was going to change. It looked just as the other did last night. We're so excited and so scared. I guess it's normal though. Below is the picture of the 2 side by side.
Now I can't wait for the beta and hope it comes back with strong numbers. I sure hope Doozer dug!