O.M.G.

This is going to be long.  Oh.my.gosh.  I cannot even believe I'm typing this post.... Where do I even start?  How do I even say it?  Because it still seems surreal.  I'm pregnant.  There.  Eight and a half years Grant and I have been married.  I was on birth control the first year of our marriage, and have not been since then.  Five IVF's later, we have two miracle babies.  Well, baby number three will now be our third miracle baby because somehow we managed to get pregnant on our own.  And no, we weren't trying, but weren't preventing either, because why would we, right?  I didn't think we could get pregnant on our own.  We never were diagnosed with a reason as to why we couldn't get pregnant, but I figured by this point if we were going to have any more kids, IVF would be the route again.  And we still have four frozen embryos.

Last Thursday I had to run to the post office, which is right next to the dollar store.  I told Noah I'd take him in and let him pick a toy.  Aren't I so nice?  :)  Well, I happen to be late on my period, and as I passed the aisle of $1 pregnancy tests, I figured why not take one to ease my mind?  I just knew it would look like every other test I've taken in the past.  One line.  And I wouldn't have thought twice about it.  Until I took that test at home, and the second line started to appear.  What the?!  This has never happened to me.  I showed Grant what I bought at the dollar store.  He didn't believe it either, so of course we went straight to Target and paid for a $15 pack of three.  Sure enough, double lines, right away.

I called my doc Friday morning and asked if I could come in for a blood test because I wouldn't believe anything until they could confirm it.  Sure enough, they called with the results today.  Positive, and my hcg and progesterone levels look great.  Shock.  I'm in total shock.  I told my nurse when I was there that when I did IVF in the past, they would do an ultrasound really early to make sure there's a heartbeat and that everything looked good.  Apparently the risk of miscarrying is really low if they're able to see a healthy heart beat.  So, I go back on Wednesday to do another blood test to make sure my hcg level is still rising, and if so, she said they would do an ultrasound next week.  I still feel like I won't fully believe it until I see a heart beat.

One crazy thing about all this is I just did a half marathon.  Pregnant.  I would have been pregnant when I did that run with Grant recently.  And I've been planning in my mind when I would be doing my next full marathon again, but that won't be happening!  I'm glad I got that one out of the way last month....right before I got pregnant...

I'm trying to figure out if I'm excited or what.  Grant is thrilled.  I'm excited we don't have to do IVF anytime soon, even though I wasn't planning on doing it any time in the near future... But when I went in for my blood test last Friday, I felt like I was just there having a prenatal visit for baby Davis.  He will be 19 months.  Thank heavens he is the easiest, sweetest baby.  And thank heavens Grant is done with school this weekend!  This will be his graduation present from me.  haha.  And my car... I can't fit three car seats across the back.  I don't want a mini van!  Oh man.  For those of you with three, what do you drive?

Anyway, so there's that crazy news.  It is still really early, but there you have it.  Total shocker.  I'll report back after the u/s.  But until then, Happy early Thanksgiving.  Right now I need to give some major thanks!  :)