2 Lines (times 6)

December has always been for me a month to look forward to, maybe due to the fact that Christmas is my favourite time of the year, but this particular December, the 2008 one, started with no hope of starting a new course of injections, mainly because the staff at Ninewells Hospital, were going to be off during the Festive Season... With this in mind, and not knowing when my next period was going to start, I decided to enjoy christmas and wait for the arrival of my cousin Pipino on the 29th. December.

We had a great time in Christmas and New Year (althought Frazer was on call on christmas eve and christmas day!!!). As planned, my cousin joined us from Venezuela and we had a fantastic Hogmanay (New Years Eve) party at our house! Our neighbours, my Sister (and her new bump), my nephew and my brother in law, all gathered together to celebrate the New Year!
On the 3rd. of January 2009, a very "on time" and surprising period arrived... I phoned the Hospital to request an appointment on day 3 of the cycle. It was arranged for me to be there on the 5th January 2009. Injections began the very same night. This time, the dosage was increased to 75mg, having experimented with an hyperstimulating 100 mg and a nothing-doing 25mg, 75 seemed to be right. Had my first scan and a folicle started developing quite promising: 12 mm!!!! Something to be excited about!!!!
The next scan was even better: the follicle grew to an amazing 16mm! And SURPRISE! There was another follicle of the same size on the other ovary! I was then given, on the 16th January 2009, the follicle-breaker: Ovitrelle. A single shot of this and it was just a matter of go loving crazy and wait...

My cousin left the next morning.
During the following couple of weeks, my life was pretty much normal, with the exception of 3 undesired kilograms that were added to my body due to the hormones and the strange twinges and cramping on my lower abdomen.

Socially, life didn't stop either: I even had a couple of drinks on Saturday 24th January while on a tournament of wii fit against the neighbours!!!
By Monday 26th. I was feeling a little bit anxious...The cramping was not normal, and despite knowing it was way too early, I decided to perform a pregancy test while at work... Three long minutes and I was just about to throw the "peed-on-stick" away, when a pink shadow caught my eye... I spent the whole day sitting at my desk, looking that suspicious line, trying to convince myself that it probably was an optical illusion but praying for it to be a positive! Repeating the test was mandatory for a now paranoid me! So, the next morning I did the other test of the pack... Another shadow! A little bit darker that the first one and appeared still within the 3 minutes!!!
"Ovitrelle", I thought....

The case is that this medication lingers in the body for up to 10 days and gives false negatives when a test is performed too early. I had to wait... And I did!
The following tests were performed on day 10 post inyection: positive! Darker lines this time! But still was not to be oficially announced to the Daddy until the alleged day of the missing period.

I have to confess I'm not the best dealing with suspense. Physically I didn't feel bad at all! I was tired, with some cramping from time to time and sore breasts, but nothing else. Mentally was a different story. I felt nervous and anxious, but above all, I have no idea what was going through my mind. I was nearly crashed into on a roundabout for the lack of attenion I was paying to the road! I became extremely forgetful! (not that I've got the best memory ever, but imagine bad memory times 100!).
By the end of week 4, I decided to break the news to the father of the pea!
In preparation for this event, I went shopping on Saturdat for what I though could be a good idea and a good "clue" for the mistery I was just about to reveal... If you are thinking dummies and mittens, think again!, I went to Waterstones (a book shop) and got "A Bloke's Guide to Pregnancy"! as the perfect dad-to-be gift!

The next morning, on Sunday 01 February 2009, I woke up really early (which was not a difficult thing since, although tired and sleepy, I would get up in the middle of the night to go for a pee and after that was very hard to get to sleep again!), wrapped the book with a fresh test stucked on its side, and woke him up...

Despite my image of his reaction being similar to that out of "Knocked up"(which you can watch on the video link), and still waiting for the punch line, Frazer just went pale and cold... Mute... And after a while, he asked: "are you pregnant?" to which I responded (with obvious tears) "yes, I am!"... The hug didn't come immediately after telling the news... For that I had to wait for the shock to go away... That day passed in slow motion...