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[Fox Valley GL – Chicago, IL]
The DPO count continues to rise, and as Monday hits, it is officially 12dpo. You know what that means; my obsessive-compulsiveness dictates that I must use up one of my pregnancy tests! I figured the one Melissa gave me is pretty sensitive, since it did come from an official doctor’s office, so what better test to start with! Hmmm, ok, tests are considered invalid after five minutes, but what is this faint, faint, faint line I’m seeing after 10 minutes? After a quick consultation with my buddies online, I am reassured that it has the strong possibility of being an evaporation
line and not an official BFP.
Said OCD-tendencies seem to have brought on a complete compulsion to POAS [pee on a stick, aka, take a pregnancy test]. Hmmm, that line keeps appearing, and it seems to be coming sooner than 10 minutes too. Probably best to hold my urine again for a few more hours and then try again.
One can never take too many tests, right???? The carnage of wrappers and faint line tests is littering my hotel room. I take a picture of them, because I just need confirmation that there is actually a line there. I also catch myself POAS in public restrooms and then going to my car and, with watch to time, staring at the stick to see how long it takes. Then I begin to drive on to my destination and call my BFF Julie. Probably not the safest activity to be driving, talking on a cell phone and staring at a PG test while repeatedly saying, “I think there’s a line there, I really think there’s a line there!”
This just all seems so surreal. I have tried for so many months now, and I have woken up at 6am every morning to take my temperature, charted every little symptom and calculated and counted non-stop for this moment to arrive, and now that it’s here? Well…..it just doesn’t seem real! Could it really be that I’m PG????
My flight home from Chicago was one of my most unique, because I picked up a little souvenir in Chicago in the form of Baby Dakotah. I offered to be a “baby mule” to transport the little sweetie from his dad to his momma. He was SUCH a good baby and took to me naturally. He was so entertaining in the airport, and I was impressed with how I was able to juggle a one year old and two carry on bags. He didn’t cry until we finally got him to the house and in bed and then David decided maybe we should change his
diaper. 
[For the record, I was content to go with the motto “Let sleeping babies lie”. That activity woke him up, and considering all he had been through, his exhausted little body just couldn’t take it any more and he began to wail. He kept thrashing his head into the pillow and then eventually in to David’s side. Finally, frustrated by the whole situation and seeking comfort, he flopped up on top of David’s chest and laid his head down to snuggle. I have never, ever witnessed a man melting right before my very eyes. It was such an adorable sight! It reassured me that I married an amazing man, and that he was soon going to be the most amazing father to our own baby…..as soon as I tell him about it! ;-) I wanted to wait until we handed Dakotah back over to his grandmother before announcing the news to David.
I revealed the news by wearing my t-shirt that says, “Does this baby make me look fat?” and calling him up into the bedroom where I had the camera strategically located to capture his reaction. What does he do? Walks in, reads it and then flops down on the bed, out of view of the camera, not really realizing what I was trying to tell him. When he finally caught on, I think he said “Wow” about fifty kabillion times! See, I’m not the only one in shock of this whole situation!
The DPO count continues to rise, and as Monday hits, it is officially 12dpo. You know what that means; my obsessive-compulsiveness dictates that I must use up one of my pregnancy tests! I figured the one Melissa gave me is pretty sensitive, since it did come from an official doctor’s office, so what better test to start with! Hmmm, ok, tests are considered invalid after five minutes, but what is this faint, faint, faint line I’m seeing after 10 minutes? After a quick consultation with my buddies online, I am reassured that it has the strong possibility of being an evaporation
line and not an official BFP.Said OCD-tendencies seem to have brought on a complete compulsion to POAS [pee on a stick, aka, take a pregnancy test]. Hmmm, that line keeps appearing, and it seems to be coming sooner than 10 minutes too. Probably best to hold my urine again for a few more hours and then try again.
One can never take too many tests, right???? The carnage of wrappers and faint line tests is littering my hotel room. I take a picture of them, because I just need confirmation that there is actually a line there. I also catch myself POAS in public restrooms and then going to my car and, with watch to time, staring at the stick to see how long it takes. Then I begin to drive on to my destination and call my BFF Julie. Probably not the safest activity to be driving, talking on a cell phone and staring at a PG test while repeatedly saying, “I think there’s a line there, I really think there’s a line there!”
This just all seems so surreal. I have tried for so many months now, and I have woken up at 6am every morning to take my temperature, charted every little symptom and calculated and counted non-stop for this moment to arrive, and now that it’s here? Well…..it just doesn’t seem real! Could it really be that I’m PG????
My flight home from Chicago was one of my most unique, because I picked up a little souvenir in Chicago in the form of Baby Dakotah. I offered to be a “baby mule” to transport the little sweetie from his dad to his momma. He was SUCH a good baby and took to me naturally. He was so entertaining in the airport, and I was impressed with how I was able to juggle a one year old and two carry on bags. He didn’t cry until we finally got him to the house and in bed and then David decided maybe we should change his
diaper. 
[For the record, I was content to go with the motto “Let sleeping babies lie”. That activity woke him up, and considering all he had been through, his exhausted little body just couldn’t take it any more and he began to wail. He kept thrashing his head into the pillow and then eventually in to David’s side. Finally, frustrated by the whole situation and seeking comfort, he flopped up on top of David’s chest and laid his head down to snuggle. I have never, ever witnessed a man melting right before my very eyes. It was such an adorable sight! It reassured me that I married an amazing man, and that he was soon going to be the most amazing father to our own baby…..as soon as I tell him about it! ;-) I wanted to wait until we handed Dakotah back over to his grandmother before announcing the news to David.I revealed the news by wearing my t-shirt that says, “Does this baby make me look fat?” and calling him up into the bedroom where I had the camera strategically located to capture his reaction. What does he do? Walks in, reads it and then flops down on the bed, out of view of the camera, not really realizing what I was trying to tell him. When he finally caught on, I think he said “Wow” about fifty kabillion times! See, I’m not the only one in shock of this whole situation!
