Now the Fun Really Begins

"Something worth having is something worth waiting for."
~Unknown

After the transfer was completed, we had to wait an excruciating 14 days to find out the result of the transfer.  14 days! Now, to most this may not seem like a very long time at all. What's 14 days? It's 2 full weeks... half a month... to us, it seemed like an eternity.

I think we were both a bundle of endless emotions. What ifs ran through our minds like water over a waterfall. We read more internet forums and tried to keep our hopes up.

There was one night, about 1 week after the transfer, that Rob worked a later shift in Plainview. While waiting for him to come home, I put Apollo's boots on and sent him out to go potty. He got out on the deck and it was all glare ice, so I asked him to come back inside and I took him out the front door instead.


Walking along the side of the house, he stuck right by my side... when we got to the fence gate, he didn't want to go in without me. I walked inside the gate to get him inside and told him to go potty. All the while, he kept his eyes on me.

Normally, when he finishes, I tell him to go to the garage and he takes off ahead of me and waits by the garage entrance to the house until I get there. Not this night. This night, he refused to leave my side, even going so far as to sit in front of me until I put his leash back on. This was rather odd, but I didn't think anything of it.

November 16:

The day before our first blood test (Nov. 17 was the first test), a friend of mine wrote me that she was pregnant. Now, don't get me wrong... I was ecstatic for her... but I was so frightened that the procedure we were awaiting testing on was not going to work it made it hard to express my excitement.

Let me explain: Waiting for 14 days was the longest wait I have ever endured. I was a bundle of nervous energy. The what ifs were just attacking my brain from every direction... and my inner turmoil was at an inexplicable height. The wait was almost over. But I was still worried.

After dinner, I went downstairs and Bella (our cat) was right in front of me. She sat down in front of my feet and looked up at me with her concerned blue eyes, so I bent down and picked her up. She proceeded to cuddle up on my right shoulder and purr-coo in my ear for several minutes. I must not have realized how tense I was, because I immediately started to shed some tears - which freaked Rob out when he came downstairs. (How do animals know exactly what to do to make you feel better?)

The morning of November 17, we got up early and came in to the hospital. I went in to get a blood draw and then came to work. A few hours later, an excited Rob was standing by my desk.

Me (looking up at Rob's face): What's up, hon?
Rob: I just called lab talk and the results were there.
Me: Well, spill it, what's the verdict?
Rob: Positive. You're pregnant!
Me: OMG - what? Are you kidding me?

So yes, the first result was positive. I was scheduled for a follow-up blood test on November 19 - as they can have a false positive. Normally, the second test is followed with an ultrasound, but they must have found the HCG levels in my blood test to be more than sufficient because the November 19 blood test came and went and we were declared officially pregnant and scheduled to come in a few weeks later (December 10) for a final follow up and ultrasound with the Reproductive Endocrinology team.