Big Fat Maybe

So today was dra-muh. We went in for the test, then waited anxiously by the phone. Then stupidly, went online to the "patient portal" to see if our test results were posted, before getting a phone call. They were. But unsurprisingly, they don't just say "positive" or "negative," they give you numbers. Greek to me.

I could tell the numbers looked low, though, by a quick search online. So then I decided to pee on a stick. Well, two, really. Both negative. I started to get really hysterical. I started wailing and keening, I kid you not.

Then the nurse (finally!) called. And told me it was positive.

What the ?!

I guess you could call me cautiously pregnant. The test was positive, but my hormone levels are much lower than they "should" be. It could just mean I implanted late. I figured that would be no big surprise, since the doc told me on day 5 that my embies were basically done and to expect 2 or fewer to make it to day 6, and I had 6 on day 6. Maybe we just have some sloooooow babies. They get that from their daddy. That man does not like to hurry and apparently neither do his children.

So I'm pregnant. Maybe not for long, but I've never been able to say that before.