Mook has hidden the pee sticks.
But...I asked him to. On Wednesday morning, I took my first ever positive home pregnancy test, and it was wonderful. So beautiful watching that 2nd line come up. I'll never forget it--and I might not ever throw it away! It's still sitting on my bathroom vanity, and I look at it every time I go in there. So Thursday morning, I woke up and did the same thing....and then I proceeded to freak out.
Yes, the line was still there...even a bit darker, but not blindingly darker. My eyes started going cross-eyed looking at them, and when Mook came in to see me in a daze, I looked up to him and just started crying. He took my hand, and we got back into bed and he held me for a while...just reminded me that at this point it's out of our hands, and we just need to enjoy this time.
Mook left early for work this morning, so when I went into the bathroom to feed my addiction, the sticks were no where to be found. At first I wanted to cry/scream/pout, but it really is the best thing. I got back in bed and slept peacefully for another 2 hours...
So the waiting never really does end. I'm beyond grateful to be here...just in this moment even, because for right now, all I do know is that there is someone growing in there. As much as I want Monday to be here, I also want to live in this ignorant bliss a little bit longer.
I was well aware that when I typed my beta number, that a lot of you probably gasped in fear--wanting to offer well wishes, but being concerned. BUT please, please--just keep those prayers and good thoughts coming.
I have to BELIEVE that it's possible.