I woke up at 6am this morning and tiredly went in the bathroom to pee on yet another stick from the Dollar Tree. But at 13dpo/14dpIUI I had little hope. I watched as the urine passed through the window and the control line formed. After a minute of staring there was no second line so I set the test aside and put my contacts in. It took a few minutes as the lenses were being difficult, and when I finished I looked over and saw it. A second line. The faintest of second lines. I woke Jeramy up in hysteria and made him confirm that this was indeed a line and not some figment of my imagination. He agreed it was real. I cried. We hugged.
Despite it being the weekend I managed to get an appointment for a blood draw. Less than 2 hours later the nurse called. She asked how I was doing, and I said "good". Then she said that my day was about to get even better. She told me how they like to see a first beta of 50. She tells me mine is 210. With tears streaming down my face I go to the other room to give Jeramy the good news.
Yes it is early. I'll be on pins and needles until the next beta on Tuesday. I'm crazy happy and completely scared at the same time. But I am trying to listen to the advice my grandmother gave me on the phone this afternoon to take this good news and run with it. To block out the bad and don't let it invade on my happiness.
I owe so much to my family and friends who have supported me through this. However I have to especially thank the women I have met on line who have supported me from the time I had just began this year-long journey. Because of them I got help for those 60 day long cycles early. They listened and supported me through my difficulties even though they had gone through so much more for me. When the information I received from my RE on the cysts didn't quite add up, they urged me to push back. Nancy, Katie, Tammy, Kel, Mon, Jenn and Jewels and all the other blogging gals, I owe you so much and hope your journeys will end very, very soon.