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When we found out L was pregnant we were in my hometown for a big family reunion, staying in a hotel.

It happened to coincide with the date L would be giving blood for her first beta test.  Instead, L brought some pee-on-a-stick pregnancy tests.

Those tests are funny, because they’re written in such neutral language.  Perhaps they should have two sets of instructions: “If you WANT to be pregnant, read this one.” // “If you are AVOIDING pregnancy, read this one.”

I think the first test was on Wednesday July 2 in the morning.  I woke up to L saying, from the bathroom, “Schweeee!”  In a peppy, but not ecstatic voice.  “Schweee!!  It’s positive!”

Me: “Huh? Whu?”

L: “The test is positive!”

Me: “Is it like ovulation predictors, where there’s degrees of interpretation?”

L: “No, if it says positive it definitely is detecting something!”

Of course after all the we’ve been through over the past couple of years, this was a huge surprise.  We had mentally moved on from the idea that IVF would work.  We were of course hopeful, but jaded at the prospects after so many unhappy phone notifications.

There are still false positives, so we decided to have L wait and test again in 3 days.

In the mean time L was really down in the dumps, something I still don’t quite understand given this extraordinary ray of hope.  Maybe she can chime in here and explain.

L took it easy for the next couple of days, avoiding sudden motions and alcohol.  She was quite tired and sleeping a lot at night.  (Was there nausea at this point?)

Three long days later (was it two?) she tested again.

A big ol’ plus sign.  Unmistakable.  Positive.  POSITIVE!!

I think we still refused to fully buy into the idea.  Too dangerous.  L would have a blood test when we got back [was that July 11th?  Did she have a positive blood test, then an ultrasound on the 18th?]

- P