Today's post is going to be rather selfish. I could write about how great Brian did in Speech therapy, but I'm not. I could also write about how Gavin shocked us by chewing solid food in feeding therapy and later in the day...but I won't. I could also write about dropping off my sale items to the consignment sale that starts tomorrow...but really - who cares.
This post is completely devoted to my shameless solicitation of your prayers and positive thoughts...for me.
As you know, because I've written about our struggles with infertility, this month was our last ditch effort to conceive naturally. Just us. No needles - no medical intervention. The old fashioned way. Yesterday I could tell that it was over - I knew that any day I would be starting a new cycle and heading into the world of In-Vitro Fertilization. I was pretty bummed.
I was also very wrong.
I am pregnant.
Yep - pregnant. I got a faint positive this morning on an home test. Why on EARTH am I sharing this early? When, let's face it, the test is likely still wet?? Because I promised I'd take you along on this journey - every bit of it. And after hearing my blood test confirmation and getting the numbers - I need you for your prayers and support.
So in the pregnancy world, anything over a number 5 beta level is considered pregnant. My number is 8. This could mean nothing except that it's very early and when I go back on Thursday they will tell me that the number has doubled...or quadrupled...or quintupled. That's my hope and prayer. It could also mean that this is not a viable pregnancy. I've been there before - and I don't really care to go back there again.
So we're very happy. We can't believe it. But I am cautiously optimistic. And I feel desperate for all the prayers that anyone can spare for this baby. It seems so perfect - getting pregnant on our own at the 11th hour before IVF...and then finding out I'd be due in May which, as you know, is a very special and meaningful month for me. I need this to work out.
Please help me pray this baby born!