I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to write this. It’s just too cliched for words, especially after my last few posts. It’s too cliched for my history. It’s too cliched for a Lifetime movie. And yet.
It appears that I am pregnant. And, it happened naturally, without drugs, money, swarthy men in green suits or plastic hair covers. Mr. X knocked me up the old fashioned way. Holy BFP Batman.
I haven’t been charting because that’s too much like trying. I have been paying attention, however, especially now that since Rex was born, the girls bark every month on cue at ovulation time. It wasn’t hard to convince Mr. X for some sexy time mentioning that it was also optimal time for a party in my girl parts between our various gametes. But, we never thought it would work. I mean, come on. It took us 5 years to have Rex!
But, two weeks ago, I decided to take a test just in case because I had an evening of drinking and gaming planned with my lady friends and I wanted to know that I was in the clear. I used one of those new fangled digital tests and put it down to get dressed while the hourglass went back and forth in the window. I came back to look and lo and freaking behold was the one word: pregnant.
I didn’t believe the test to be honest. I don’t get pregnant on my own. I called Mr. X, shared the news with him and we both said a few, “hmmms” and “reallys” and “interestings” before moving on to other topics of the day. As is my nature, I did google the false positive rate of this particular test and was intrigued enough to go out and buy some different tests … which also turned up positive.
Figuring I’d get this all sorted out, I made an appointment with my OB’s office – the same one I had been in not the week before for lady part probing – and got some blood taken. At 11dpo, beta was 88 and progesterone was 46. At least my infertility trials taught me enough to know that these were good numbers. I had a repeat test at 17dpo and beta was 1337, for a doubling time of 36 hours. We moved to Defcon 4 and set an appointment for an ultrasound on March 26. I’m already getting nervous, but the emotional and financial investment is not nearly as high as it was with our previous pregnancies.
Since then and during the new two week wait, I’ve been having the usual bloating, queasiness, boob tenderness (although how much of that is me mashing them into oblivion to ensure that they are still tender is unknown), tiredness and pooch showing of my previous pregnancies. A 5w4d, I’ve already bloated out of my favorite jeans and have taken to wearing flowy dresses. I’ve cut out booze, caffeine and unpasteurized things. I’m still acting like a pregnant lady, on the off chance that this sticks.
Both Mr. X and I are thrilled that we were able to do this on our own, but recognize that it’s still so very early in the game. Still, if Bebe 2.0 were to come out of this, we would be very happy, indeed. It would be icing on our already large, sweet and savory cake. Bonus points if Bebe 2.0 arrived on November 5. Do they make baby-size Guy Fawkes masks?