I'm in shock. Since I just can't wrap my brain around being pregnant from 4 million sperm, my theory is that the sex we had the night of the IUI was the mother lode.
I'm still sort of numb.
David's excited, of course.
I actually tested yesterday morning and had a sort of confusing result. There was what looked like perhaps MAYBE an evap line, but it wasn't pink, and it was right where the plastic strip is on the back of the FRER. After staring at it for what must have been a full hour in every light possible, I decided it was definitely negative and tossed it in the trash.
The test you're looking at is from this evening about 8:00. I'm taking the fact that I have ANYTHING at 12dpo as a good sign, since both previous pregnancies were completely negative at 12dpo. But I'm not quite preparing for either course yet.
We've discussed that either way, we'll be okay. It's funny, I said to David "I'm not sure I"m ready for all of this again." And he went on to assure me that we'll be great parents. I told him that it working out wasn't the "this" I wasn't prepared for. He said we've handled that before. We'll be okay. All I could say was that yes, we sure are good at handling the bad stuff.
So, here we go again. Third pregnancy this year. Not bad for 2 people who aren't supposed to be able to get pregnant, huh?