For 14 months, I have daydreamed about how I would tell my husband I was pregnant. I watched cute little videos, I heard some really great ideas. But once you are under the care of an RE, things get...different. A little less story book. Pregnancy tests are now blood draws at the office, with a call later that day with either good news, or more likely, a sad nurse on the line saying sorry (seriously, those phone calls must almost be as terrible to make as they are to receive). But those who know me know I am notoriously impatient. So on the morning of the blood test, while my husband was still sleeping, I got up to get ready for the blood test. And by get ready, I mean I took an at home pregnancy test. So when it came down to it, my "cute announcement" was me screaming from the bathroom, "that's a line! I think that's a line!!" and my poor husband half awake wondering what the hell I am yelling about.
But he sees the line too. And I take another test, and I'm up to 4 lines now. And then I get a happy nurse on the other end of the line for a change and then...it's real. I am pregnant.
Because I am under the care of an RE, I go for LOTS of blood tests and ultrasounds, and we watch all my numbers look so, so lovely.
At Christmas, I am 5 weeks along. It's very early, but I've had all these tests, and well...it's Christmas. Not to mention that every one who knows me also knows I like a cocktail (cocktails), so keeping a ruse of not really drinking in front of people is becoming a full time job. So, we announce to our (close) family. And everyone is so, so happy. And I finally feel like our future has begun.