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On my way to the bathroom on the 28th of June, I remembered that it was 14 dpo.

Strangely, ovulation only happened on CD20 of this cycle, so it was actually already CD34. The ovulation date diagnosis was maybe a bit iffy, as it was based on characteristic ovulation pain and one ovulation prediction stick that had already expired in 2009.

So rewinding two weeks, back to CD20: I saw that LH surge on the OPK rather late in the evening on the 14th of June. So I walked over to DH, swaying my hips as seductively as I could manage at the time. I was actually quite exhausted and feeling very much not in the mood, as our gorgeous little girl was still happily doing stay-awake-training for parents at night, as had been the case for some time, actually. (And as is still the case, although we finally started countering this week with sleep training for little ones..)

Anyway, I mentioned to DH that there was a ‘target’ for him to shoot at. I said it was either that, or I was making up the target story to get ‘some’. Either way, he wasn’t going to get away! And as always, my awesome DH happily and grandly rose to the occasion. We rather hurriedly ‘made a plan’ not that long before midnight on the bunk bed in the nursery – as LO was asleep (for a change) in the cot in our romantic (hahaha – little joke here) bedroom.

So zooming back to 14 dpo: I went back into the bedroom and rummaged through my cupboard. Luckily I found an HPT that managed to escape the POAS-fest that followed after my previous BFP (at which time I was armed with enough fresh HPTs to test every woman in a small African country).

I went into the bathroom, did the deed and got back into bed to read my baby girl a story. I waved the HPT stick in DH’s direction and said that the test was of course negative, but he had to remember that we’d need patience due to my age, his age, my endo, our IF history, etc., etc., blah, blah..

DH took the stick from me, looked at it and became quiet. “Let me turn up the down lighters for you so you can have a closer look”, he said as he handed the stick back to me.

This time I looked. And there it was. Clear as day. A second line.

I’m so hesitant to become excited too soon and thought I should keep this a secret but..

My 4:50 am HPT is the closest thing to a positive I’ve ever seen, or at least squinted at! I’m convinced that if I dismantle it and look at it through my DH’s microscope, a few pink molecules would be clearly visible where that fabled second line is supposed to appear.

It took an hour to get DH awake enough and in a good enough mood to to even look at the test. By then a ringneck dove outside my window was repeatedly blurting out what sounded like: “I-think u-r PREG–NANT” (Admittedly, could also have been “I-think u’re-NOT preg–nant..”)

DH finally had a sceptic look (no microscope involved), went quiet for a few moments and conceded that he could also see a.. a.. he actually called it a ‘second line’! (Not sure I’d go quite that far.) He even instantly fetched the camera and took a few snaps!

Another sample and test (both tests were Clicks brand) at 6:30 am showed the same result.

It’s surely too early for excitement, but whatever the outcome of my beta today – I already have two almost-positive HPTs to hang on my Christmas tree!


June 2017
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