This is the second half of my beta day story from last weekend. If you missed the first half, click here.
After giving my sister a quick call and then talking to my doctor last Sunday, DH and I arrived home and discussed if we should call and tell anyone the news of our positive beta. I really wanted to tell my dad since he knew we had our transfer on the 27th of September. DH's parents also knew about our transfer so he wanted to call and tell them too. My dad and DH's parents had all been praying for us that our treatments would be successful so we knew they were anxious to hear the results.
I phoned my dad and put him on speakerphone so DH could be included in the conversation. I told him I had my blood test that morning and that it was positive. And he started crying! He said congratulations and that he was so happy for us. His fiance' (we'll call her L) was there too so he handed the phone off to her - I assume so he could collect himself - and she was overjoyed! I don't know how many times she said congratulations and what happy news this was, and I said, "I don't know if Dad mentioned anything, but we've been doing IVF so it's really early so please don't tell anyone." She had no idea about our treatments, which didn't surprise me because my dad had been very cautious about telling anyone about our treatments in case they didn't work.
As I asked L to please keep our news quiet, I could hear my dad in the background spilling the beans to my grandma. My dad handed the phone off to L so fast that I didn't have time to tell him not to tell anyone. And my grandma doesn't exactly know how to keep things to herself. So I talked to Grandma next and told her over and over that it was too early and that she couldn't tell anyone. She said something about learning her lesson and that she wouldn't tell anyone, but that it's just so hard to keep good news quiet. And she was crying! I didn't realize it at the time, but my dad's fiance' had been crying when I talked to her too.
By this time, my sister arrived to pick us up for the apple orchard so we didn't have time to call DH's parents. It was torture not being able to tell my sister our news as we spent the afternoon together but we wanted to tell DH's parents first. I tried to distract myself during the drive to the apple orchard by playing the high five game with my nephew - you know, the "Gimme a five! On the side! Up high! Down low! You're too slow!" and "Cut the pickle! Tickle tickle!" game. My nephew loves playing this while traveling.
So the four of us (me, DH, my sister, and my nephew) finally arrived at A's Apple Orchard (not the real name of the orchard). We walked around the inside of the main building (it was cold and windy outside) and we sampled different apples and looked at the different food items made by the orchard (pies, donuts, cookies, salsa, syrup, brats, meat sticks, cider, etc, etc). DH and I picked out our own Honeycrisp apples to fill our bag and a few Harrelson apples that DH was going to use to bake some apple crisp. We also picked up a two-pack of meat sticks to snack on while we walked around the orchard grounds. My sister picked up a few things too, including some apple syrup.
DH kindly offered to take our purchases back to my sister's van so we could continue to walk around and take my nephew to some of the fun kid things at the orchard. While we waited for DH to come back, I ordered some hot apple cider (for me) and an apple cookie (for DH). Mmm...so good! My nephew had some kettle corn and a hot cider, which he wouldn't drink until it was thoroughly cooled. DH returned carrying a wine sample (it was so not fair of him to drink that right in front of me) and was just in time to pick up his cookie right as I was paying for the goods. He had eaten about 3/4 of his cookie when my nephew (almost four years old) spotted it and brazenly asked if he could have DH's cookie. Who could turn down such a sweet face? So DH gave up the rest of his cookie to a happy little boy.
We then took my nephew to the swings and slide where he played for a few minutes. The slide was almost too steep for him; he landed on his hands and knees after his first attempt. Next, he moved to the "train" that was pulled by a riding lawnmower, I think it was. The "cars" of the train were made out of big barrels and set on top of a small platform with wheels and a bench with a seat belt. He had such a good time. After the train, he went on a hayride with his mom, and I took him into the hay maze. He LOVED it. Last, he took his turn on some green and yellow kid-size tractors and tricycles. And as we left the orchard, DH gave my nephew a ride on his shoulders back to the van. It was so sweet.
I don't know if it was all in my head, but I felt pregnancy symptoms all afternoon at the orchard...nausea, tiredness, and the need to use the restroom many times. On our way home, the latter symptom really kicked in - we couldn't get home fast enough. It was a near emergency, I'm telling you. But thankfully, we made it home in time. It was funny how obvious my symptoms were once I knew my test results.
We said good-bye to my sister and nephew and called DH's parents. But not before my nephew tried every trick in the book to try to get his mom to let him stay longer so we could play. He also tried to convince us to come over to his house. It was so adorable; he certainly has a special place in my heart. : )
When my sister and nephew left, we finally called DH's parents. His dad answered, DH put him on speaker phone, and the two of them made small talk. Then DH broke the news to him. He told us congratulations and said, "A positive! That's great!" then he quickly handed the phone off to DH's mom. As DH's dad was handing the phone off, I could hear him in the background saying "It was positive!"
DH's mother picked up the phone and we told her the news ourselves. She offered her congratulations and said "I thought the test wasn't until Monday?" DH briefly explained that I needed to move my appointment up a day. He also said we weren't telling anyone else yet and that they shouldn't say anything to DH's brother and sister. It was a short but very happy conversation.
The rest of the evening was just as much a blur for me as the morning. I rested on the couch for a while (the apple orchard wore me out) and finished up the laundry while DH went to the grocery store. Before church, DH tried to negotiate that if he went to church with me, that I would need to go to the grocery store with him. I said I would think about it (grocery shopping is not my most favorite thing). So DH did end up going to church with me but I got out of grocery shopping because of our happy news...and being so tired from it.
When we went to bed that night and I asked DH what was going through his mind when I told him our RE had good news for us. He said he knew it was positive when he saw me crying as I was walking back to the church sanctuary. I said, "But I would have been crying if it was good news or bad news." He said he just knew. And then we went to sleep...well, he slept. I was too excited to get more than a couple hours of sleep.
And that's our BFP story. : )![]()
After giving my sister a quick call and then talking to my doctor last Sunday, DH and I arrived home and discussed if we should call and tell anyone the news of our positive beta. I really wanted to tell my dad since he knew we had our transfer on the 27th of September. DH's parents also knew about our transfer so he wanted to call and tell them too. My dad and DH's parents had all been praying for us that our treatments would be successful so we knew they were anxious to hear the results.
I phoned my dad and put him on speakerphone so DH could be included in the conversation. I told him I had my blood test that morning and that it was positive. And he started crying! He said congratulations and that he was so happy for us. His fiance' (we'll call her L) was there too so he handed the phone off to her - I assume so he could collect himself - and she was overjoyed! I don't know how many times she said congratulations and what happy news this was, and I said, "I don't know if Dad mentioned anything, but we've been doing IVF so it's really early so please don't tell anyone." She had no idea about our treatments, which didn't surprise me because my dad had been very cautious about telling anyone about our treatments in case they didn't work.
As I asked L to please keep our news quiet, I could hear my dad in the background spilling the beans to my grandma. My dad handed the phone off to L so fast that I didn't have time to tell him not to tell anyone. And my grandma doesn't exactly know how to keep things to herself. So I talked to Grandma next and told her over and over that it was too early and that she couldn't tell anyone. She said something about learning her lesson and that she wouldn't tell anyone, but that it's just so hard to keep good news quiet. And she was crying! I didn't realize it at the time, but my dad's fiance' had been crying when I talked to her too.
By this time, my sister arrived to pick us up for the apple orchard so we didn't have time to call DH's parents. It was torture not being able to tell my sister our news as we spent the afternoon together but we wanted to tell DH's parents first. I tried to distract myself during the drive to the apple orchard by playing the high five game with my nephew - you know, the "Gimme a five! On the side! Up high! Down low! You're too slow!" and "Cut the pickle! Tickle tickle!" game. My nephew loves playing this while traveling.
So the four of us (me, DH, my sister, and my nephew) finally arrived at A's Apple Orchard (not the real name of the orchard). We walked around the inside of the main building (it was cold and windy outside) and we sampled different apples and looked at the different food items made by the orchard (pies, donuts, cookies, salsa, syrup, brats, meat sticks, cider, etc, etc). DH and I picked out our own Honeycrisp apples to fill our bag and a few Harrelson apples that DH was going to use to bake some apple crisp. We also picked up a two-pack of meat sticks to snack on while we walked around the orchard grounds. My sister picked up a few things too, including some apple syrup.
DH kindly offered to take our purchases back to my sister's van so we could continue to walk around and take my nephew to some of the fun kid things at the orchard. While we waited for DH to come back, I ordered some hot apple cider (for me) and an apple cookie (for DH). Mmm...so good! My nephew had some kettle corn and a hot cider, which he wouldn't drink until it was thoroughly cooled. DH returned carrying a wine sample (it was so not fair of him to drink that right in front of me) and was just in time to pick up his cookie right as I was paying for the goods. He had eaten about 3/4 of his cookie when my nephew (almost four years old) spotted it and brazenly asked if he could have DH's cookie. Who could turn down such a sweet face? So DH gave up the rest of his cookie to a happy little boy.
We then took my nephew to the swings and slide where he played for a few minutes. The slide was almost too steep for him; he landed on his hands and knees after his first attempt. Next, he moved to the "train" that was pulled by a riding lawnmower, I think it was. The "cars" of the train were made out of big barrels and set on top of a small platform with wheels and a bench with a seat belt. He had such a good time. After the train, he went on a hayride with his mom, and I took him into the hay maze. He LOVED it. Last, he took his turn on some green and yellow kid-size tractors and tricycles. And as we left the orchard, DH gave my nephew a ride on his shoulders back to the van. It was so sweet.
I don't know if it was all in my head, but I felt pregnancy symptoms all afternoon at the orchard...nausea, tiredness, and the need to use the restroom many times. On our way home, the latter symptom really kicked in - we couldn't get home fast enough. It was a near emergency, I'm telling you. But thankfully, we made it home in time. It was funny how obvious my symptoms were once I knew my test results.
We said good-bye to my sister and nephew and called DH's parents. But not before my nephew tried every trick in the book to try to get his mom to let him stay longer so we could play. He also tried to convince us to come over to his house. It was so adorable; he certainly has a special place in my heart. : )
When my sister and nephew left, we finally called DH's parents. His dad answered, DH put him on speaker phone, and the two of them made small talk. Then DH broke the news to him. He told us congratulations and said, "A positive! That's great!" then he quickly handed the phone off to DH's mom. As DH's dad was handing the phone off, I could hear him in the background saying "It was positive!"
DH's mother picked up the phone and we told her the news ourselves. She offered her congratulations and said "I thought the test wasn't until Monday?" DH briefly explained that I needed to move my appointment up a day. He also said we weren't telling anyone else yet and that they shouldn't say anything to DH's brother and sister. It was a short but very happy conversation.
The rest of the evening was just as much a blur for me as the morning. I rested on the couch for a while (the apple orchard wore me out) and finished up the laundry while DH went to the grocery store. Before church, DH tried to negotiate that if he went to church with me, that I would need to go to the grocery store with him. I said I would think about it (grocery shopping is not my most favorite thing). So DH did end up going to church with me but I got out of grocery shopping because of our happy news...and being so tired from it.
When we went to bed that night and I asked DH what was going through his mind when I told him our RE had good news for us. He said he knew it was positive when he saw me crying as I was walking back to the church sanctuary. I said, "But I would have been crying if it was good news or bad news." He said he just knew. And then we went to sleep...well, he slept. I was too excited to get more than a couple hours of sleep.
And that's our BFP story. : )
