On December 8, one of my good friends got married in NYC. DH came over for the wedding, and after that was going to head to MN to be with me. I wanted to go to the wedding but due to school stuff, I didn't know until about 10 days out that I would be able to go. Tickets were really expensive at that point ($741, to be exact), but after much hemming and hawing, I decided to go. You only live once, and all that. As a bonus, we would hopefully not be out this cycle because I knew I would be O'ing that weekend. If I hadn't gone, I wouldn't have seen DH until after O and we would have no chance. So I went, and we had a blast at the wedding. And we had sex, of course. I wasn't able to temp that weekend because I basically didn't sleep at all, but it seemed like we would have a chance. But honestly, it took 4 cycles with our first BFP and 8 with our 2nd (all with perfect timing), so I wasn't optimistic.
At what I think was 12dpo (although, like I said, no temping), I got a nosebleed. I had a nosebleed the same day I got my last BFP. I also had a nosebleed last cycle and immediately tested. Wasn't pregnant. I decided to test this time though. I walked through a super sketchy area of Minneapolis to find a CVS (didn't bring my wondfos!) and found what I thought was a FRER, but was actually just an ER (get your result in 1 minute, but wasn't a super sensitive test, I don't think). I tested. BFN. Bummer, but not unexpected. Packed a shitload of AF supplies and headed off to NYC for Christmas.
On 13dpo, I had some mild spotting. It was, ahem, provoked. But I figured AF was on her way. However, after that one time, there was no more spotting. Weird. 14dpo, still no spotting. 15dpo, still none. My longest LP has been 15 days but it's usually 13-14. On 16dpo, which was Christmas Eve, I started to get a little antsy. Could it be? Nooo, I had already tested. Stop getting your hopes up, Mrs. E!
OK, are you ready for my crazy confession? It's crazy, I admit. We went to 11pm church with my family and I had to pee before the service. I realized while in the bathroom I had an OPK in my purse. I took it, knowing that a lot of pregnant ladies turn OPKs positive. It was super positive. Oh man, WHY did I do that?! I told DH what I had did and he told me I was insane. But now my hopes were up.
A stealth mission to get an HPT without tipping off my parents ensued. DH and I volunteered to walk the dog. DH walked him while I booked it down to the 24 hour CVS 5 blocks away (it is now 1am on Christmas Eve). I made sure to get the real deal FRER this time. A stealth mission to pee on said HPT without tipping off my parents ensued shortly after. It involved a ziploc bag and making my dad wait to shower. It turned positive almost right away.
HOLY CRAP.
Third time's a charm?
At what I think was 12dpo (although, like I said, no temping), I got a nosebleed. I had a nosebleed the same day I got my last BFP. I also had a nosebleed last cycle and immediately tested. Wasn't pregnant. I decided to test this time though. I walked through a super sketchy area of Minneapolis to find a CVS (didn't bring my wondfos!) and found what I thought was a FRER, but was actually just an ER (get your result in 1 minute, but wasn't a super sensitive test, I don't think). I tested. BFN. Bummer, but not unexpected. Packed a shitload of AF supplies and headed off to NYC for Christmas.
On 13dpo, I had some mild spotting. It was, ahem, provoked. But I figured AF was on her way. However, after that one time, there was no more spotting. Weird. 14dpo, still no spotting. 15dpo, still none. My longest LP has been 15 days but it's usually 13-14. On 16dpo, which was Christmas Eve, I started to get a little antsy. Could it be? Nooo, I had already tested. Stop getting your hopes up, Mrs. E!
OK, are you ready for my crazy confession? It's crazy, I admit. We went to 11pm church with my family and I had to pee before the service. I realized while in the bathroom I had an OPK in my purse. I took it, knowing that a lot of pregnant ladies turn OPKs positive. It was super positive. Oh man, WHY did I do that?! I told DH what I had did and he told me I was insane. But now my hopes were up.
A stealth mission to get an HPT without tipping off my parents ensued. DH and I volunteered to walk the dog. DH walked him while I booked it down to the 24 hour CVS 5 blocks away (it is now 1am on Christmas Eve). I made sure to get the real deal FRER this time. A stealth mission to pee on said HPT without tipping off my parents ensued shortly after. It involved a ziploc bag and making my dad wait to shower. It turned positive almost right away.
HOLY CRAP.
Third time's a charm?
Congrats again!!! I'm so glad you shared the OPK part of the story; that's awesomely hilarious. Sending lots of good wishes your way.
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