My husband had been encouraging me to take a home pregnancy test on a whim, so a couple of mornings ago I took a test, set it down on the sink next to me, and went about my business for 3 minutes. I sat there and played on my phone, fully prepared for the emotional blow of another stark white negative pregnancy test and ready to tell my husband "I told ya so!".... And then this happened:
I wasn't. It was a BFP (big fat positive). For about 30 seconds I was extremely excited. Then the fear set in, I started shaking - what if it happens again?? I neurotically took another text that morning at work just to confirm that it wasn't a false positive. It wasn't. I had blood work drawn to confirm... Positive... And then waited for more blood work in a couple of days. That blood work came back even better. I am very cautious to be optimistic about this. I still have a ton of hurdles to get over to get to that moment where I will finally hold my rainbow baby in my arms... but for now... I am pregnant. So there's that.