Early in the morning on Sunday, August 7th, Jake and I "aced another test." Though, truthfully, (in grand Nicole fashion), I didn't believe it was true.
I woke early to Spencer crying, and changed his diaper and gave him his bottle. Then, I decided to test. The test came back positive, and I ran from the bathroom and woke Jake. My exact words, "I might crap my pants!" He said, "then go to the bathroom." I replied, "I just was!" and I handed him the test. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and when he saw the word, he was immediately awake, happy as could be!
To be honest, we were trying. We were going through the infertility battles again. I did not know if I wanted to do it publicly this time, because I didn't care to hear negative opinions people might throw at us at having our kids "too close together." We felt it was the right time for us, and knew that's all that mattered.
This was round three of the battle, and we won.
Blood tests confirmed the pregnancy was legitimate on Monday and again on Wednesday, and the ultrasound was scheduled for this morning. Since then, I've been a ball of nerves (though, trying to remain at least calm looking). Much like with Spencer, we found out really early (3 weeks 4 days this time) and I have been terrified that we'd go in for the ultrasound to find a non-viable pregnancy after all.
It's been a long 3.5 weeks.
But this morning, we saw Sprout on the screen. Heartbeat was 128 BMP, and baby was measuring 0.81cm. Right on track for a due date on April 18, 2012.
We are ecstatic, but of course, I am still nervous. We aren't out of the critical time frame in which most miscarriages happen, but I am trying to rest assured it will be okay. It was with Spencer!