Ten days ago, I was getting ready for my first beta, staring at the stick on the left, and trying to devine if there was the faintest, faintest of lines there. I was thinking that if we were lucky, maybe I could have a chemical pregnancy (I reasoned that a chemical would be better than no pregnancy at all). The idea that this nearly invisible line (a beta of 27, if you rounded up) could ever become the line on the right did not really enter my mind as a genuine possiblity.
Amazing how things have developed in just ten days, isn't it?
Hard for Will and me to totally comprehend, honestly. I mean, seriously, we're pregnant? Is this really happening? Could it possibly be going to turn out ok?
We have entered a new stage of wonder and incredulity. Of fervent hoping.
Pinch us, but I think we are pregnant.