Maybe Next Time

Cycle #4 has officially come to an end.

Friday night I started feeling terribly nauseous. 

I woke up Saturday morning feeling the same way.

When I got home from work Saturday night I decided to take a pregnancy test.

I knew it was really early, but I thought I do it anyway. 

For the first time ever, I walked away from the test. 

Staring at it until something happens has never helped in the past, 

so I went and sat on the couch, and for about 2 minutes actually forgot the test.

I jumped up and walked into the bathroom picked up the test, and there it was

A SECOND PINK LINE!!!

My heart started racing.

It was very, very light.

But a line is a line, right?! 

I immediately called Kim, and when she didn't pick up I text her. 

I needed confirmation I wasn't just seeing things.

She freaked out with me and confirmed that yes, there were 2 pink lines. 

I would have grabbed a different test for a second set of results, but I had already dumped the pee.

 

 Travis was a work, and I didn't want to tell him over the phone, 

so I had to wait until he got home, which felt like an eternity. 

I wanted to call everyone and tell them, but I had to tell Travis first.

He got home, I told him, and he freaked out and started crying.

It was awesome! 

Then we called my sister and parents and told them.

There was no way in hell I could wait even 24 hours to tell them.

I woke up bright and early Sunday morning to take another test. 

Hoping and praying to see another, slightly darker line.

Well, there was nothing. 

I pulled out a different brand of test, and again, nothing.

I just knew it right then. 

Throughout the day I started spotting.

UGH.

I knew in my heart that it was over. 

I prayed and prayed that God would work a miracle and it wasn't the beginning of the end.

I went in for a blood test this morning, and when the nurse saw me 

having my blood drawn she got a huge smile and congratulated me. (punch in the heart)

I told her what went down this weekend and she apologized,

and told me she was praying for me and promised to call as soon as she got the blood work back.

She called this afternoon to let me know it was negative.

And by late this afternoon Aunt Flo arrived. 

Travis had the day off today, and I ended up leaving work early because I felt like shit. 

I came home and we just hung out and talked.

We are both in a major funk today. 

It just sucks. 

We want this so damn bad. 

Thank you for all your prayers, we really do appreciate them. 

On to cycle #5 we go...