My sister Caroline reminded me of the classic song sung by Phoebe in "Friends" when she was waiting to see if she was pregnant after her embryo transfer. (Remember? With her brother's baby?):
"Are you in there little fetus?,
in 9 months will you come greet us?
I will buy you some ADIDAS..."
(For those of you who need a musical rendition to recall... click here.)
For the past 10 days we have been giving similar pep-talks to our little "tot-sicle." (Get it?? Frozen embryos + popsicles = totsicles! Gets me every time...) It's felt like a forever long wait, but today we went in for our first pregnancy test. (It's just a blood test, so it cannot indicate a heartbeat.) They called us a few hours later, and my hormone levels are indicative of a pregnancy. Yep, I. AM. PREGNANT.
Of course, I was in the shower when they called. I had taken the morning off because my friend told me they called around 10:30am usually. Well, the nurse told me "It won't be until late afternoon, so go home and relax!" (I was hoping it would be like when the 16-year-old hostess tells you it's going to be a 45 minute wait for a table at a restaurant, and then 5 minutes later they call you.) I finally decided at 11:30am to believe the nurse that it wouldn't be for another few hours, and so I'd take an extremely quick shower. (And of course I was in mid-conditioning when they called). But ya know what? You can look like a wet dog and have mascara all over your face, but when the nurse says on speaker phone "Your results show you're pregnant!", none of that ends up mattering.
Will was convinced I wasn't pregnant, so I thought he may pass out. I went back and forth every hour guessing the result. (Just so I could say "I knew it", whatever the results were.) So we both stood there in shock for a bit, not listening to the other instructions our nurse was giving us. Finally, it sunk it, and man-oh-man are we happy. (Understatement of the century.)
We know this is just one part of the journey. Unfortunately, we've been here before. On Friday, I go back to make sure my hormone levels are rising appropriately, and in 2 weeks we go back for our 6-week ultrasound. This is the "biggy" to see if a heartbeat can be detected. That's when we'll know that maybe this time could be different. For now though, we will be thankful!
I'm off to celebrate with my baby-daddy. (And will continue to sing to my embryo a promise that if she* hangs in there, she* can get all the Adidas she* wants.)
SO much love to all!
And an extra XO to all the girls that put together our two-week-wait package. Every day we've had an activity to unwrap, and an inspirational card. (From using a gift card to get Fat Cat Ice-cream, to Easter bunny ears to put on our dogs for a spring photo session, to a gift card to Zelko Bistro, to a manicure/pedicure kit, to a gift card to Barnes and Noble...like Will said, "it's Christmas every day!") You have made us laugh every. single. day. We will be forever grateful for your kindness, thoughtfulness, and for holding us up during these weeks. (Now we are going to re-wrap them and do it all again these next 2 weeks!)
Love,
The 3 Monroes
(yes, I know it's too soon. But I couldn't resist.)
*I'm using "she" because I've heard whatever gender you call the totsicle, it'll become that. Obviously this isn't true, but I'd be an idiot if I didn't try. (Just kidding. I'll love it even if it's a boy. I'll just love it MORE if it's a girl. :))
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