Today, I woke up.
Today I am 15 DPO.
Today, I peed in a cup.
Today, I dipped a cheapo HCG stick in the pee in the cup.
Today, Hubs and I huddled around this stick as if it was a tiny campfire, and we were trying to warm up.
Hubs left the bathroom for a moment, but I continued to stare at the stark white space where the positive test line was supposed to go.
My heart sank. And then, my heart beat increased.
Me (calling out to Hubs): Um…can you come back in here for a sec?
Me: (holding out pee stick): Holy shit.
Hubs: What? I don’t see anything.
Me: You don’t see anything? Nothing?????????
Hubs: There’s nothing there. Ok, maybe a tiny microscopic line, but we can’t go by that.
Me: It’s still a line!!!!!
Hubs: Yeah, but that can’t mean it’s positive.
Me: ANY line in that little line place is a positive.
Hubs: I don’t know about that….
Me: I WILL GO ON PEEONASTICK.COM AND SHOW YOU WHAT A DAMN PEE TEST LOOKS LIKE.
But I didn’t go.
We just stared quietly at the little pee stick for another 30 seconds.
Hubs: Ok. There’s no doubt about it. That is one damn positive pee stick.
We high fived, hugged and kissed in the bathroom…I was shaking, and just kept repeating “holy shit” a lot.
Today I got my first ever BFP.
Today I am elated, I am nervous, and I am still shaking a bit at the overwhelming feelings of it all. Please stick, little bean…please stick.