April marked our 7th month of trying to conceive. My good friend Natalie graciously loaned us her Clear Blue Easy Fertility Monitor to use so I could do a better job of tracking my ovulation. This was my first month using it, and after getting 10 days of “high fertility” readings, but no “peak” reading signifying ovulation, I assumed I must not have ovulated (I’ve heard that happens), so I stopped testing my ovulation for the rest of the month and came to terms with the fact that this wasn’t going to be our month to conceive.
Just your average Monday night, so I was considering having a glass of wine. But suddenly I had this nagging feeling that I should take a pregnancy test first. My period was expected the next day, and according to the fertility monitor I hadn’t ovulated this month, and I had none of the early pregnancy signs I’d read about. But all of a sudden I just couldn’t shake this feeling that I should skip the glass of wine and test in the morning–just to be sure.
I ended up barely sleeping at all this night because “I really think I’m pregnant. I really think I’m pregnant…” kept running through my mind.
I was up bright and early to take the pregnancy test. The only ones I had left were the Clear Blue Easy digital tests that literally give you a “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant” digital reading. After testing, I waited a few minutes, put my contacts in, pulled my hair back…and then read the result:
I just stared at it for a minute, carefully looking at each individual letter, making sure I really knew how to read, and that what I read as “Pregnant” REALLY DID SAY “Pregnant.”
And then I smiled and thought to myself: I knew it. I knew it!
For a split second I thought about waiting to tell G so I could take the time to arrange some sort of surprise or special way to tell him. The last thing I expected this month was a positive test result, so I had nothing prepared–but there was no way I could resist telling him immediately!
I walked out of the bathroom, crawled onto G’s side of the bed, turned his bedside light on, woke him up with a kiss, and then showed him the test. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at and then he was overjoyed! “We did it!” he exclaimed. And we hugged and kissed and cried and celebrated the moment. It was amazing.
Now hopefully I have enough cool points banked that I can show this picture without anyone rushing off to bathe in hand sanitizer. Presenting the proof: