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I'm a mommy blogger. As a mother that has suffered the loss of multiple children while becoming a mother of the bride to our oldest, raising 2 young adults, an 8 year old preemie and a 6 year old tornado, I have a lot to share. I can't guarantee you will agree with everything I say, but I think you may just enjoy it. This is our life, the good, bad and ugly. More about me.

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Day 7 past transfer

Sep 3, 2009

All this time we had been trying to decide when to POAS (pee on a stick). The RE gave strict orders not to do since it is unpredictable. Yeah right, like anyone follows that order! Haha! We knew for sure that the HCG shot would be out of my system, it had been 14 days and they had me take a lower dosage of 5000IU instead of the normal 10,000IU. This was to lessen the effects of OHSS. I had told my DH I would wait until day 8 past transfer, but that morning I couldn't control my urge to pee on that little stick that had brought so many tears of sadness in the past 10 years.
I decided it would be more fun to surprise him if it was positive than to have him expect some news the next morning.

So I did it, I broke the rules and did what they told me not to do. I was setting myself up for disappointment, and stuck the stick in the cup of pee. After I set it down I proceeded to wash my face, I saw that the test was working and without a minute passing by there to my amazement were 2 lines! 2 NOT 1 like I had expected! Holy Cow, it didn't even take a minute to get that positive! I kept it to myself all day...DH got home around 6:30 that night and I broke the news. Smiles and hugs later, the reality of my past had set in. 4 miscarriages tend to a damper on feeling too excited.

But...Yay, it was a Big Fat Positive!

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