I don't know what to type

There's no way of beating around the bush on this one.

I'm pregnant.

That BFN? It was a BFN when I peed on a stick, but when I went for the blood test Monday, it was a beta of 116.

And on Wednesday it was a beta of 365.

And today, Friday, it's 996.

I'm on baby aspirin, 400 mg of prometrium, intravaginally, 5,000 iu a day of fragmin, and enough folic acid to choke a horse.

My first ultrasound is on the 16th.

So why did I wait to tell all of you? Because I didn't actually believe it was true myself, until it doubled Wednesday, and I had to tell my husband first before I told the entire internet. You know, my husband, the guy who wasn't so sure it was a good idea to try again, in light of the fact that our batting average sucks when it comes to live baby achievement?

I was kind of afraid to tell him, because I also am a little over the top psycho emotionally when I am pregnant. In fact, the roller coaster from hell is the usual way in which he describes it.

But instead of getting upset, or overly anxious, my darling sweet fabulous husband took me in his arms and told me he was happy. And he really really wants me to try to stay calm.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DHEA WORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EVERYONE ON EARTH SHOULD TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TO ALL THE FERTILITY DOCS WHO TOLD ME TO GIVE UP, "YOU WERE WRONG, YOU ASSHOLES!!!!!"


As you can see, I am not so good at calm.

I know this pregnancy could end tomorrow. I have only a tiny chance of getting a an actual live baby out of this.

But for today, for right now, for each and every day that I am pregnant, I am going to be thankful for this tiny little chance at some joy.

One day at a time.