Monday, April 23, 2007
This Week's Question is:
How did you tell your spouse you were pregnant? Was he happy, surprised, upset, worried, etc? How did you feel?
**Sorry - I almost forgot about this today**
I, like most Moms-to-Be had such grand ideas of how I would tell hubby I was pg. When we first started trying, I would think up my way of telling him each month. And as it took longer and longer, I could not stop myself from fantasizing each and every month. This just made each let-down harder and harder.
When it actually happened with Kayla on our 3rd IVF - I took an hpt 2 days before I was due for my blood test (Dec 1st 2003). I saw the line even with how faint it was. I honestly don't remember if I told him I took that test. I was keeping quiet about it at first - didn't tell anyone. I knew I'd get grief from my infertility buddies - hpt's are big 'no-no's in the infertility world. They are not as reliable as they want you to think, especially when you're pumped full of hormones. I probably did tell him and show him, but it was uneventful as we wouldn't celebrate until the blood results came in. When I did get the confirmation call the next day, I was with a close friend (she had also been through infertility), so she was actually the first to know. I simply called J up and told him it was positive. We were both excited, but again, not the romantic image I had originally planned.
With Alysa, it was such a shock. I was waiting for my period to start meds for our first medicated cycle for #2. I had been spotting on and off for 4 days which is unlike me. I litterally took the hpt just so my mind wouldn't start to daydream something that I knew was IMPOSSIBLE. It was the day before Easter (March 26, 05). The faint line popped up immediately. I was trying not to pass out from hyperventilating and take care of Kayla who was 8 months old. I had to call him at work at 6am and tell him that he had to come home at 7am (he got to work at 5am) so I could go get my blood drawn for the official test (they won't let children in the lab). He didn't believe me at first, even though he knew pregnancy was not something I'd joke about.
Both of us were, obviously thrilled. He was very confident in the pregnancy where I thought it was doomed.
With Kayla, I had "known", so I was very calm - with Alysa, I was a wreck. I made phone calls that morning hyperventilating as I thought the test was wrong and if it was right, I was sure we would not be able to save the pregnancy.
Both pregnancies were blessings and neither one of us could have been more happy and excited!
**And yes, I still have all the hpt's I took with both girls**
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