2 years later, we get the news that we are pregnant.
It went downhill from there. I learned a lot about myself, especially that I use humor (very successfully) to get through hard times. I learned a lot about others, for example all the people at work who knew I was pregnant and didn't say a word to me after the week I took off dealing with the aftermath. But, mostly, I learned about how awesome my husband Jon is.
During that crazy time, he had to go up and take the biggest test of his life, the Bar exam in the state of Washington. While I was going through a horrible experience, so was he. Perhaps that gave me some comfort. Once he arrived back home, I was able to take a deep breath and move forward.
We were told to not try for a month. It was a vile way of describing it but Dr. Awesome's Nurse said "there might be left-over product" *SQUIRM* " that might make it hard for any baby to implant. So, that was that. After much consideration, Jon made a great point. "Would you be able to forgive yourself if you lost your fertility because you couldn't wait a month to try again?"
He's always the reasonable one.
However, I couldn't wait. We'd waited for 2 years already, and being that my cycles are 40 days, I couldn't wait 3 months to find out again if I were pregnant. I might have also looked into some extensive research that says the cycle after a miscarriage has been linked to high fertility rates. Think of it as a uterus workout before the marathon.
At 10 DPO, I take a pregnancy test.
I was in the shower while it was "cooking" and when I got out, I laughed.
There were two lines.
I sat down on the floor, stared at it and laughed. Sure, why not get pregnant again? After 2 years, I've turned into super fertile super woman?
Well, it was confirmed by a Beta of 15 that afternoon.
Day 11 and 13?
We are pregnant.