After my last post, I had found out that I was, in fact, pregnant. After that last BFN (big fat negative) I didn't test again. My period came right on time, the husband got the sperm analysis and I got Clomid.
How on earth did I find out I was pregnant? By chance.. no other way to put it. I had temperatures that were still up and after one day of Clomid was wondering about the side effects I was feeling. By chance, I tested one morning just for the heck of it and was utterly surprised that I had a positive pregnancy test. Then I started spotting.
I knew for a glorious 8 days (double the length of time I knew for my first angel). I was so excited and so happy. Stu ordered me a shirt that said "Nothing Says Lovin Like a Bun in the Oven".. too bad I couldn't wear it because I lost my baby, again.
Unfortunately, the words that keep coming back to me even after all this time, was I wish I knew earlier... I wish I could have had those extra few days knowing I was supposed to be a mom. I wish I had a few more days to discuss how the baby's room would look, or telling my husband again that he was going to be a daddy.
But again, fate intervened and didn't let me know earlier, it let me know too late.
