After 8 and a bit of history

After 8 positive home pregnancy tests and two betas at the doctor's office, it is starting to set in. I am pregnant! No small feat. I firmly believe it takes the precision of a rocket scientist to get pregnant.

Actually, my problem hasn't been so much getting pregnant, it is staying pregnant. I have had 2 miscarriages. We (my team consisting of my OB, fertility doctor, mom, reflexologist, and best friend) think that the reason I m/c'd was because of a giant fibroid that was living rent-free on my uterus.

It was discovered during an ultrasound in my second pregnancy. My OB ran a ton of tests (blood work, HSG, MRI, Ultrasounds) to rule out anything else before operating. Everything came back negative. She then started consulting with a fertility doctor who was actual present in the operating room.

After surgery, a full year after my first miscarriage, I met directly with the Fertility Doctor. We also confirmed that I had luteal phase defect (something I knew in my heart of hearts I had but my OB wouldn't treat with supplements). My second month trying after surgery, I started taking progesterone supplements 2dpo. The plan was to continue until a BFN or if pregnant, continue through the first trimester.

So let me back up. In April, when the mutant fibroid, as I affectionately call it, was discovered, my doctor said I wouldn't be able to try to conceive until 6 months after surgery. It was a huge blow. My husband and I decided that we would plan our last hurrah as a lone couple and go to Italy for 10 days. We wanted to do something we couldn't do with a baby, and truly, I needed something to get me through the next nine months of waiting to try again.

2 days after my surgery in July, the fertility doctor stopped by on her rounds and said I could try in 6 weeks! It was the only happy surprise this whole process brought me.

The first month I was certain I would be pregnant and spent way too much time daydreaming about telling my husband the big news on his bday. And of course, that didn't happen. On to the next month.

The day before we were to leave for Italy, my baby diversion trip, I was 9dpo. I decided I could take a Dollar Tree test since it is only a dollar. I took it and seriously thought I would go blind trying to see a line, but I kind of sort of saw something. Luckily for the Dollar Tree tests you have to pee in a cup. I decided to use the holy grail of HPTs, First Response, Early Result. Now this was quite tricky as I had already packed them in my suitcase and my husband was sleeping in the dark. I started lugging the suitcase into the bathroom, waking him up, so I could ravage through the bag to get my test. I waited the full three minutes and another line, that in just the right light, you could kind of sort of see. It was so faint, I told Greg, "I might be pregnant but I don't know".

I waited a couple hours, used another FRER and it was definitively positive, though as faint as faint could be. The best thing about the fertility doctor is you can get same day blood results. I went to the office and couple hours later, heard I was pregnant and my beta was 22 at 9dpo.

My conceptionmoon officially turned into a babymoon!