Since we couldn't do Clomid in my last cycle, I was patiently waiting for mid-September to come when we could try again. AF was due to arrive on September 17th. Saturday came and went...
I had a meeting in Chicago on Sunday...still no sign of AF.
I was home with Drake on Monday...still nothing! On my run to the grocery store, I picked up a pregnancy test, just in case. When Jason got home from work, he asked me if I took it yet...my typical response came..."no".
I hate pregnancy tests. I always felt like taking them and seeing a negative was such a waste and so disheartening. When Jason left for football practice, I just felt God telling me to take the test. This is exactly how I felt when I found out I was pregnant with Drake. So, I did.
And, the result was
To say I was shocked would be an understatement! This has NEVER happened...in all the years of trying for Drake and months of trying to have another baby, I have never seen this on a non-medicated cycle.
Now, I had to figure out how to tell Jason...and quick. He would be home in about 45 minutes. It was bath night for Drake so I ran upstairs and put "Big Brother" on the tub wall with Drake's letters. (It was the only thing I could think of that we had enough letters for...well, kind of.) When Jason came up during Drake's bath, he saw me with the camera and didn't want me to take his picture (totally normal), but I just told him to look at the tub wall. The first thing out of his mouth was, "Are you serious?" with a huge grin on his face. Then, I showed him the test.