Not having anything to do with conceiving, the chronological order of things that happened this week were: my sister’s financial crisis, then my own, my brother bailing both of us out, me being rather unable to refill any prescriptions, and half-deciding the hell with this helping-children career, I was going to get a grown up job. Oh, and I attended an information session for a new program at my college, and we won pub-trivia.
But on the conception front, things have been rather interesting. On Wednesday, a week after a *possible* positive OPK test, I got a Very Positive one. The positivity continued for the next two days. On Thursday we saw a new OB-Gyn, Dr. S., who was, as R put it, “The Wayne Jarvis of OB-Gyn” (Arrested Development reference). In all seriousness, though, he was thorough, a wonderful listener, an even better lay-person explanation-maker, and most importantly, quite pleasantly professional. He never even mentioned my weight. And he didn’t balk at the fact that I had taken the clomid that my old OB-Gyn’s partner (Dr. H) had half-whimiscally prescribed which she (my old OB-Gyn, Dr. A) then told me not to bother taking. He gave us many well-wishes about this last cycle of trying to conceive, and then said if it doesn’t work out, he understands us not wanting to pursue infertility treatments. As far as the endometriosis and PMDD go, *if* I am not pregnant then he is going to do a laproscopy and possibly represcribe the Lupron. And he gave me vicoden for the cramps in the “meantime”. Yesss, yess, we love Dr. S.
Which takes us up to Friday/today, when some things happened to make me think… maybe… just maybe… I am pregnant.
1. My sister, with whom I share a really really weird psychic hormone-line that has included sympathy sickness for both her pregnancies, and even sympathy puking when she was in LABOR and I was 12 states away visiting NYC, called me to say that she has been sick for the past two days and am I pregnant (please say yes!?!) I told her I wouldn’t know yet, and wrote it off as a coincidence.
2. My mother, who has dream-psychic predicted each of my sister’s pregnancies, my (failed) pregnancy 3 years ago, and my foster-sister’s pregnancy, called to say that she dreamed Someone was pregnant last night.
3. All this coincidence pulled me like magnets back to my bathroom, AKA my secret laboratory, where I did a 2nd pregnancy test for the day, which was negative. But… then my eye fell on this morning’s test. And there was the faintest blue line. Not a BFP but a small, skinny, almost-invisible, P, but still blue, not gray evaporation-lined. So I grabbed the tests from the previous 2 days (yes, I have baby OCD) and those two were completely blank.
But, as far as the tests go (not the family psychic thing, just the tests) all of this happened last month, too, and I still got my cycle, so who knows. For now? No one.
But soon? Maybe? Possibly. Really trying hard not to get my hopes up.
