The morning of the 22nd was a tough one. I don’t think I got an hour of solid sleep all night long as I woke up at least on the hour, every hour in anticipation of the test results we were supposed to receive at 8am in the morning. As usual, my wife got up to get ready for work but luckily it was her last before a week and a half long break for Christmas. Whatever the outcome of the test, we would be able to handle it during some off time.
Again…my mind racing at the possibilities, I sat listening to music in my office waiting on the call from Jenn. Given everything we had been through in the past year, I was carefully preparing my “it’s ok…we still have IVF and we will have a baby in 2011” speech when she got the bad news that it was a false positive.
At about 8:30am, my phone rang. I picked up the phone and said, “hey babe, so what did they say?”
“False alarm.” She said.
“Nope! We’re pregnant!”
“Holy shit! Are you serious?!”
“Yep! I’m pregnant!”
“That is awesome! What exactly did they say?!”
“They started off by saying, you’re pregnant but you already know that. You need to come in for a repeat blood test 48 hours after the previous to make sure the levels are doubling like they are supposed to.”