I think I’m pregnant. Second store-bought test came back positive, and a little darker. I re-took one of the internet cheapies – the ones I used to watch the HCG leave my system after the trigger shot – and it’s positive, too.

I think I’m pregnant. I think the night-time peeing isn’t just PIO related, ditto the incredibly sore boobs. I think the cramping I’ve been feeling all week hasn’t been gas or nerves or anything other than my uterus getting used to the idea of playing host for a while. I think one of those average or sub-average embryos took a fancy to my innards & decided to stick around for a while.

I don’t think I ever really allowed myself to think in terms of what it would be like to learn that. And although every fiber of my being is resisting the urge to do little victory dances around the room, since there is still plenty of time for things to go terribly, terribly wrong: Miscarriage and birth defects and teenage smoking lie just around the potential corner, etc. But you know what?

WAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

(Dance, dance, dance!)