When you're on vacation, two weeks feels like three days. When you're waiting to find out whether your IVF worked, two weeks crawls by at a snails pace. I spent the first few days taking it easy, lounging around and letting my wonderful mother in law cook and clean. It was a nice mini vacation of sorts. On about day five, I was super tired and started to feel light cramping, so of course, I googled my symptoms. Not a good idea! Its possible to spend hours pouring through blogs and forums and find a million different best and worst case scenarios. After a good long troll on the internet, I decided it was best to avoid any more "research" and try to keep busy. I felt twinges consistently until day eight, when they slowed down. I had a strong feeling that I was pregnant, but I wasn't sure whether it was wishful thinking or the real thing. By day ten, my husband offered at least three times to pick up a home pregnancy test. I repeatedly declined, mostly because I wanted to find out from the clinic at the same time as the IPs. If I'm honest, I was also really scared of taking a test and it being negative. The IPs and I referred to these feelings as cautiously excited. We wanted to think nothing but good thoughts, but it was impossible to ignore the 45% chance that things didn't work as we hoped.
Finally, test day came. It was a simple blood draw at 7:00 am, and the time between then and 1:30 pm, when I got the results, felt like an eternity. I am pregnant! It's still early but my HCG levels were great. Two more blood tests over the next week to ensure levels continue to rise. Fingers crossed!
I made this shirt for my FaceTime call with the IPs, but before they even got a chance to notice it, I blurted out the news, too excited to keep it in. It was a humbling, exciting, wonderful feeling to share this news with the parents to be, just one more perk of this adventure!
