The time finally rolled around for our third try. On April 13th, we transferred 4 embryos, 2 exc/good and 2 stalled. By this time, my experience had finally taught me to be hopeful, but, not to expect success. I was calm and relaxed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until about day 4 post transfer when the fatigue set in. Seemed like it might be a good sign, but, I wasn't about to get my hopes up. Days 5 and 6, I experienced a little bit of cramping. On day 7, I was on my way to Walmart, when I started feeling queasy and hot all of the sudden. Hmmmmmmmm..... Could it be???
Third Time's A Charm
Despite the dr's orders to stay away from them, I found myself wandering down the HPT aisle at Walmart. Of course, I broke down and bought one...actually it was a 2-pack. It was only day 7, but, when I got home, I just *had* to test! I admit it...I have no will power! I stood there in the bathroom, not really expecting that 2nd line to show up...just hoping. And then...there it was...and it wasn't faint this time. It was DARK!!! OMG!!! It worked!!! I was pregnant! I called Merritt and left a message on her pager. She called me right back and playfully scolded me for doing an HPT again. Then she said that it was great that I got a positive result, but, don't tell Bev...not until the blood test! After what happened last time, I didn't plan on telling her until it was confirmed anyway, but, I had to tell someone! Next, I called the doctor. He couldn't believe that I did an HPT again and I think he was a little irritated, but, I didn't care! I convinced him to let me go in a day early again, so I could surprise Scott and Bev with the news! We would test on Thursday which would be day 10.
Over the next 3 days, I somehow managed to keep my big mouth shut and not tell Bev. It was really hard though because she called me every morning to see how I was feeling and if I had any new "symptoms". Thursday finally came around and I set out for the doctor's office for the test. He really played the HPT result down. I know he just didn't want to see us get hurt again, but, I also *knew* I was pregnant! The nurse did a urine test first and set in on the counter and then sat me down to draw some blood. The doctor came in and casually asked if the nurse had done a urine test yet. "Yes, it's cooking", she said and motioned to the test on the counter. He walked over and picked it up, then turned around and a HUGE grin came over his face! "It's Positive", he said! "No doubt about it. It's really dark!" Even though I already knew, it was such a relief to have his confirmation. Yeah!!!
I decided to head on home and gave them my cell phone number, so they could call me when the results came in. It was a 2 hour drive and I felt sure that they would be in sooner than that. We were almost home and they hadn't called yet, so I called them. The nurse said that they just called to check on them and they would be in in about 10 minutes. I waited until I got home and called again. They went out to lunch! UGH!!! The suspense was just about killing me and I was dying to call Bev! How could they go to lunch!?!?! Just then, Merritt called and asked if I had the results yet. I told her no and we both complained about how long it was taking and then got off the phone, in case anyone should try to call. Well, anticipation got the better of Merritt and she called the lab herself and got the results. She called me back and told me that my HCG count was 397!!! WOW! That was *a lot* higher than the 25 we got on day 10 last time!! I was relieved to know that we had such a high number. But, at the same time, I was a little worried...what if they ALL took???
I quickly pushed that thought aside. Now was not the time. Right now, I had to tell Bev!!! I called her at work. I blurted out that I took an HPT a couple of days ago and it was positive, so I went in that day for the blood test! Then, very calmly and slowly, I said "Three hundred and ninety-seven!!!"
"397 what???", she replied.
"Our number...the pregnancy test. The HCG was 3-9-7...on day 10!!!!!!!!"
"Oh my God, Jenn! You mean...we're pregnant?!?!"
"YES, VERY pregnant...with a good strong number this time!"
It began to sink in and she became really excited! Once again, she screamed and cried and thanked me!!! We talked and shared our excitement for a few minutes and then, she realized that she needed to call Scott and give him the good news! He was excited, yet, despite the high number, he was still a little hesitant to get too excited before the second test.
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