As we are all approaching the one-year mark since our BFPs, I thought it would be fun for everyone to share a quick snapshot of their TTC journey for this baby, and then what the day was like the day you got your BFP (why you tested, how you reacted, who you told, etc).
No trigger warnings are necessary, expect people to discuss any IF issues or losses. The only rule is that you have to wait until the actual one-year mark of your BFP!
H and I were gone on a camping trip with friends (huge drinkfest that's an annual event). I had been spotting since I ovulated, so I wasn't optimistic. However, I decided to test when I got home for the hell of it. I was 10dpo (temping and using FF) and had never gotten a BFP that early. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't help it. I had tons of Wondfos screaming my name. Turns out, there was a faint line! H and the boys were napping, so when they woke up, I dressed both in big brother shirts and we went into wake H. He didn't notice at first. I had to point it out. He was excited but nervous - we both were! It was our second month trying and we were very surprised that it happened so quickly. My EDD was 3/31 but since my kids all come early, we really had no idea when to expect the baby.
Since I continued to spot, I got betas and progesterone check. All were good. I went in for my first u/s at 5w6d since I was still spotting. They couldn't find anything but a gestational sac and a large cyst on my right ovary. They suspected an ectopic. They had me come back at 6w4d and there was my little bean with a heartbeat. I had a feeling she was in there because at 6w1d that very familiar nausea feeling appeared!
It's so weird to think that I will never be pregnant or experience the sheer joy of looking at a positive pregnancy test again. I will never forget the rush of adrenaline I got when seeing the two lines appear. I am very fortunate to have experienced that excitement 3 times.
TTC Journey: DH and I started TTC in May 2014. In July 2014 I got a BFP. I naturally m/c a week later. Fast forward to May 2015, I knew from temping and charting for a year that something was wrong with my cycles. It's not normal to start bleeding within 2 days of ovulating. After a bunch of testing, we found I had a progesterone deficiency. If I wanted to become and stay pregnant, I would have to take progesterone once I ovulated, and continue taking it through the first trimester. In July 2015, once I confirmed ovulation, I began taking the Prometrium. However, I still had some bleeding 7-10 DPO, so I had given up hope that Prometrium was the answer.
BFP Day: I woke up at 4:00 a.m. on Saturday July 25th. I thought it was odd that I woke up so early for no reason. I was only 11 DPO, but I just had a funny feeling, and figured "why not? I will just take a test to prove I'm not pregnant." I went to the bathroom, dipped the stick, and brought it back to bed with me. I started putzing on my phone and almost forgot about the test. Ten minutes later I remembered, and was going to glance at the test to confirm I was still not pregnant. But there it was, a light but non-squinter 2nd pink line!
DH was at his parents, so there I was freaking out by myself. I started shaking and crying, hugging my pitty, and paced around because I didn't know what else to do. Finally at 6:30 I got up, put on yoga pants, and below my pants line drew a small dot with a voice bubble saying "Hi Daddy!" I drove over to my IL's, woke up DH, and told him I had gotten a tattoo. Of course he didn't believe me, so I said "I did, wanna see?" and folded down my pants to reveal the drawing. He stared for a moment, processing, then got a huge grin on his face. He pulled me to him to hug, and I started crying happy tears! Then I went paddle boarding down a river
Thanks! Wasn't as fun as the first time I was pregnant, which I secretly recorded. I wish I would have recorded this one too, but I think I was a bit jaded from the loss.
Thanks! Wasn't as fun as the first time I was pregnant, which I secretly recorded. I wish I would have recorded this one too, but I think I was a bit jaded from the loss.
I recorded people's reactions from my first pregnancy that ended in a miscarriage. Looking at the videos still makes me sad. I hate that I can never be that excited anymore!
Post by wittyandwaiting on Jul 25, 2016 21:54:35 GMT -5
Being a same-sex couple we used IF treatments to get pregnant. We tried for almost a year and had one loss.
When we went in two weeks after our IUI and our beta was 7 and they told us that it was likely chemical pregnancy and they didn't consider it a positive result and that I could likely expect to get my period anytime but that I needed to continue doing betas until they reached zero. I was absolutely devastated and we didn't celebrate or even consider that this pregnancy could be viable. Two days after that, my beta result was 13.
One year ago today received a phone call that my beta was 587 which meant that this pregnancy was real and we were able to book an ultrasound. When I got the call I was with my partner and I were best friend at the beach, I couldn't stop crying. I honestly look at my daughter every day and know that she's already such a vibrant and tenacious girl because somebody said she couldn't do it but she did anyway.
Being a PCOS girl with VERY irregular cycles I always knew we'd probably have trouble conceiving. I stopped taking my birth control in January of 2013, 6 months before we got married and we decided we would just see if my body knew what to do on its own, it didn't. I was spotting from the time I stopped taking my BC until we decided to see an RE a year and a half later. My BFF works in the IF industry so I asked her where we should go for treatment and scheduled an appointment. We ended up doing 7 medicated cycles with one loss in February 2015.
Today, 1 year ago I was pretty sure I was pregnant, maybe. I had tested out my trigger and at 8 dpo the test was negative so when I got a really faint positive on 9 dpo I was pretty sure I could trust it butttt I didn't want to get my hopes up. I told my DH and showed him the test, but like me he didn't really want to believe it. The next day was our wedding anniversary (tomorrow!) so I ended up getting a daddy onesie and giving it to him with a card that said even if this wasn't going to be our take home baby that I knew we would be parents some day. Over the next few weeks I took a million pregnancy tests (ok maybe it was only 25...but still that's crazy!) and had 3 sets of betas. Only then was I starting to allow myself to get excited, but honestly I kept myself from getting too excited until I was in my second tri and even then it wasn't until I was about 23 weeks that I really allowed myself to believe that we'd get a baby at the end. I literally didn't buy DD anything until I was 25 weeks because I was so scared.
Anyway, long story short today 1 year ago I found out I was pregnant!
TI #1: Femera (follies not growing) TI #2: Femera and Follistim (follies not growing) -MC Feb 2015 TI #3: Femera, Follistim and Trigger (BFN) TI #4: Femera, Follistim and Trigger (BFN) TI #5: Femera, Follistim and Trigger BFP!!! Due Date: 4/9/16
Post by wineallthetime on Aug 1, 2016 6:32:22 GMT -5
One year ago today my H and family had a big 30th birthday party planned for me. We had been TTC for 9 months. H told me not to take a test since I wouldn't be able to drink if it was positive lol. I took a test not thinking it would be positive. It was a faint line! I bought a digital test and went to the gym. I called H from there to tell him it was a clear PREGNANT! Although I couldn't drink, it was fun to celebrate the pregnancy with my family
One year ago today I was waiting on my mother in law to come over and take me and my kids to chuck e cheese to play. DS1's 3rd birthday was a few days prior and DDs 1st birthday was in a week. I had only had a couple of cycles as bfing had kept it at bay so everything was out of whack. Based on when I *should* have ovulated I was late, so I started to reconfigure my math to account for late o and realized we had been "safe" during the wrong week...I grabbed a couple of cheap blue dye tests (by accident) and got squinters the days before- but I know the dangers of blue dye so I didn't trust them. I had told dh I was pregnant a few months earlier based on a squinter on what I later found out was a defective batch of wondfo so I didn't trust anything.
I figured I was likely 10dpo so definitely early, still, I couldn't waste the opportunity for fmu, so I went for it so I could forget about it and enjoy my time at CEC. Never really expected that second blue line to be visible- no squinting required!
Needless to say I was super distracted the whole day. MIL even asked in the car, just making conversation "think y'all will want any more?" I went vague with "depends who you ask!" Since I had already told DH about the false positive I knew I would need convincing evidence better than a faint blue line, so I ran out and got a digital, half expecting it to say not pregnant. It's still super early, I told myself. But there it was! I hid it in his shorts drawer so he found it when he came home from work and went to change (of course he decided to mow first IN his work clothes! And shower! Longest time he's ever taken before putting shorts on!!!)
Is this for real??? He was shocked, of course, since we had purposely been careful (just on the wrong days). I gave him a minute to let it sink in and he told me he was excited, but scared too.
I called my ob and snuck out for blood work the next day because the false positives had done a number on my nerves earlier in the summer. I didn't want to tell anyone until it was confirmed so I took both kids with me instead of asking my mom for help. I was shopping at the mall with my mom the next day waiting for my results and they never called. It was exhausting. I kept ducking into stalls and staring at my phone saying "call. Do it now!" Ring!" When I finally got the call the next day they said my betas were lower than they wanted so I needed to come back. That was nerve wracking too but I kept in the back of my mind how very early I caught it so they didn't have time to double and be huge yet. Sneaking out a second day with the kids was difficult, but I did it and praise God everything was great! We threw DDs 1st birthday party that weekend and nobody but DH and I knew about the special guest attending it was sprinkle themed so we began referring to our tiny baby as "sprinkle/Jimmy". Hard to believe he was actually that tiny then!
A week later was my birthday! DH gave me earrings so I found a bracelet box and put the digital test inside and that's how I told my family- "look what dh gave me for my birthday!" After showing them the earrings everyone was caught totally off guard finding that in the bracelet box! ...except MIL who said "I thought you were acting weird!"
After trying for close to 2 years, DH and I were at our wit's end. We had gotten pregnant in February 2014 but had a devastating loss at 11 weeks. We decided to start meeting with REs and found one we liked in the spring of 2015. Right before we were going to start treatments, I got pregnant again naturally. Unfortunately it was short lived - I started bleeding and it ended up being a chemical pregnancy.
We had a family trip planned to Hawaii in July 2015. We had an amazing time, and I drank all the drinks and tried to enjoy myself, knowing that when we got home we had an appointment to finally start treatments with the RE.
We got home and I started taking femara and was responding well when I had my monitoring appointment. So, one year ago I took this picture on the morning of my IUI, which ended up technically being the first picture of DS:
So crazy to think he is swimming around in there, haha! (Apologies if this grosses anyone out, but I'm a nerd and think it's cool).
Two weeks later I had peed on roughly 5,000 wondfos to test out my trigger, and I had watched the line fade away and then come back and get darker and darker! I still wasn't sure though and with my loss history I was terrified that it wouldn't stick. I went in for betas and the numbers were the strongest I had ever had.
One year ago yesterday I got my BFP! DH and I started ttc in October 2013. We had two losses one in May 2014 at almost 19 weeks and one February 2015 at 9 weeks. I took a test on a whim. I had no symptoms I was only 10 dpo but we were going out to dinner with DH's parents and they love to drink so I wanted to be sure I was out before drinking all the margaritas. I had no more wondfos so I used an FRER. Lo and behold and faint line showed up. After dinner I took a digital and it confirmed it so I told DH and my mom. The next day of course I peed on all the things to see if the line got darker. I freaked out at 6 weeks because I started spotting for a week. It felt so similar to my mc in February. My younger sister deserves a medal for listening to me cry and yell, "I HATE MY LIFE!" bc I was convinced I would lose S. But here we are and he's almost 4 months!
One year ago today we had gotten back from vacation the night before. The whole vacation I felt off but figured it was due to being away from home, long travel days, and eating crappy. Plus that morning my oldest was scheduled for oral surgery which was stressing me out. Once J was home and resting DH suggested maybe I was pregnant and I laughed in his face. We actively tried to get pregnant with S for 8 months. He had just turned 6 months old days earlier, I was still nursing him, hadn't had a PP period and wasn't expecting one for months.
He went out and bought one anyways. Before I even had my pants pulled up the line was nice and dark. I remember thinking I can't believe that fucker was right. Then panic set in. I had had an awful pregnancy with S and wasn't ready for that again plus I was scheduled to start school full time in a few weeks. DH was ecstatic and managed to calm me down quickly and the excitement set in.
Post by shananagins on Aug 15, 2016 0:22:14 GMT -5
A year ago today we found out we were expecting our sweet boy. He came to us after a devastating loss, a difficult diagnosis, a warning of unlikely odds of success, and two back to back IVF cycles. We got the call in early July that of our four little embryos, two tested normal with PGS. It felt like the first time I stopped holding my breath in nearly a year.
On August 7, we made the drive to our RE's office for our FET. I think I started holding my breath all over again. We got to watch our little guy on the screen as my RE did the transfer--it looked like this little flash of light, a tiny shooting star. DH and I cried a little as he whispered "He's so beautiful."
DH had requested that we wait until my beta, which was scheduled for the 19th. After our loss, whether rational or not, we just wanted to hear those numbers. By the 14th, I was barely keeping it together. I tried to get my nurses to move up our beta, but was unsuccessful. DH and I decided to go to an independent lab to get a beta drawn, but would have to wait until the following day to get our results posted to my portal.
I think I sat at home refreshing my portal over and over for three hours. With school starting soon, and my first day back being that week, I reluctantly left for work to get some things done in my classroom. I have a nearly hour long drive, and DH called me on my way and we nervously chatted. At one point I heard him gasp. And his voice caught and he told me that he was refreshing my portal and the results were up. I quickly pulled over and he started to cry and choked out "It's 305. You're pregnant." We laughed and cried on the phone together for awhile, and when I got home from work, we went out to celebrate. Nothing terribly sentimental, we weren't even together, but there was something really amazing about DH getting to tell me.
Last year in July we were on vacation in SC and I was doing all of my FET prep meds. We went back during the exact same week this year, and it felt surreal sitting on the same back porch, looking at the same view, and holding my little man in my arms. Last Sunday I couldn't believe that a year ago we were doing an embryo transfer, and praying fiercely that it would work. It is remarkable the difference a year makes. I am so incredibly grateful for this little boy!
We had been trying for 17 months. I was depressed. We had early loss. I wanted a baby more than I could ever tell you. I had gone to the orientation at the Re the week before. I had waited months just get to that point. I had accepted we would need help.
I had been feeling naseous and dizzy. I didnt test even when I was past my hormal luteal phase because I didnt think it was possible. My H keep saying your pregnant I know you. Well I woke up feeling sick again. I decided to test to prove H he was wrong.
When the second line popped up I sobbed but one test isnt enough. I took three in five minutes. The next few hours were the longest. When H finally got home I shoved the pee stick in his face. We cried together.
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