One more story from when we first got me pregnant, then I promise to write/talk about something more current, like how I would shank someone right now for a grilled cheese sandwich.
Thirteen days after the IUI the fertility clinic had me come back in for a blood test to find out if it worked. Because we wouldn't get the blood test results instantly, but over the phone hours later, Teryn didn't come with to the clinic. Instead we opted to try an at-home test together that morning before I left, knowing that it was possible we could get a false negative on the at-home test and I could find out without T (foreshadowing!).
As I bet you've guessed by now, the at-home test was negative.. I didn’t feel particularly sad at that point, but just marched on with my day. My normal set of PMS symptoms had shown up a few days earlier, so I was already preparing myself for the seemingly inevitable negative result.
Later that morning I went in for a blood test at the fertility clinic, feeling a little down about “wasting” a test when I was obviously not pregnant. I spent the morning at work composing a list of questions for the nurse about next steps, shipping the next set of sperm vials from the sperm bank to the fertility clinic, etc. When she called at 11:30am I grabbed my list and was about to jump into my questions when she shocked the hell out of me with “Congratulations! It was positive!”
Stunned does not begin to describe how I felt. My heart split in half and part shot down to my toes while the other part lodged itself in my throat. I fell into my chair more than I sat down. I think I asked her half a dozen times if she was SURE. Are you sure those are my results? Anne Fisher? Really? Really, really sure? ARE YOU SURE?
Because T was with her mom (and we already decided not to tell close family until 10 weeks), I couldn’t call her until later in the afternoon. I spent four hours at my desk vibrating with excitement; positively beside myself and wishing SO MUCH that I could share this with SOMEONE
By 3:30 I was finally able to talk to T and give her the news. See up there a couple paragraphs ago, where I was freaking out and asking “ARE YOU SURE? REALLY?” over and over? Just read that again and substitute T in the narrative and you have exactly how she took the news. We are clearly a matched pair.
