I tested on the arvo of 9 DPO cause I was bored and DP had his head in our fishtank. Snuck in to the bathroom, did the test and snuck out again. Waiting for the timeframe and snuck back in. I remember looking at the test and there was a faint second line on it. I fought with myself for ages if I was going to show DP or not. In the end I decided not too because I didnt want DP to say it wasnt there. Tested the next morning and the line was there again! So I showed DP and he said he saw it too. Later on I found out he actually couldnt see the line and only said he could cause he knew I wanted him to say he could! (Argh MEN) But I then tested the next day and the next and he soon started to realise he was going to be a daddy..
The discovery of my pregnancy coincided with the assisted death of my cat so it was a strange time. We'd been trying for a few years with no luck and it was our first IVF cycle. I didn't want to hope too much but I really wanted it to work first time.
When the nurse told me it was a positive result (albeit a very low one at first) I remember thinking "oh wow" in a detached sort of way. I think after all the kerfuffle of getting to that point I just didn't quite believe it and I was protecting myself too in case things didn't go well. I wish I could say that I have a lot of happy memories of that time but when I look back now I was sad and guarded. Probably afraid to let go too much and just enjoy it because of all the emotion under the surface.
Seeing a heartbeat at the six week ultrasound was a turning point for me really. The fog started to lift and the pregnancy really began then for me I think. So ... a happy ending eventually. =)
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