We began our TTC 'adventure' around October/November 2010 and being naive to the whole process, I assumed it would be simple. Although in the back of my mind I knew it took my mother years to conceive, I figured I was young and healthy and it would just happen. How wrong I was.
During that time we made initial steps in relation to investigating the infertility issues. I had the blood tests for PCOS which revealed I was not in any sort of danger there, but DH had a very low sperm count and low motility, making it not impossible but highly unlikely we would fall naturally. Given all the recent stress of building and moving, we decided in August that we wouldn't take the next step (i.e. referral to a specialist) until 2013.
It didn't help that stress levels were incredibly high: I changed jobs, went back to studying AND we built a house in the second year. My study and house finished around August and I instantly felt the stress levels lift off my shoulders.
So... as far as this cycle goes, it went a little something like this...
LMP 11 Nov 12
BD 24, 25, 27 and 28 NOV. That's it!
OV date believed to be the 27th according to the POS OPK.
1-3DPO - Nothing much, noticed I had a mild headache on day three, but nothing significant. Also noticed Sticky CM which seemed odd. Didn't want to get too excited. I've had it before.
4DPO - Extremely hot day. Felt pretty ordinary, headache carried over and I had incredibly strong heartburn. That in itself wasn't unusual, I get it when I eat the wrong things. Normally I can clear it up with a swig of Gaviscon but today it has no effect. That night woke up around 11pm feeling unbelievably nauseous. Tried to fight it but couldn't. Got up and experienced urgent diarrhea, followed by a big vomit. Sorry TMI but it was awful, and it was right then and there that I knew something was up.
5DPO - Felt wiped out, probably because of my bad night. Spent the entire day on the couch feeling sorry for myself. Felt hungover despite not touching any alcohol. Nauseated again, indigestion still present and my CM is now creamy looking. Interesting.
6DPO - It's Monday so I went to work. Felt the indigestion again. Also feeling dizzy and act like a bit of an airhead... well, more so than usual. Creamy CM again. Notice a wet patch on my underwear. Okay, that is NOT normal. Ignore. It's nothing...
7DPO - I feel the heartburn creep up early on and notice I am still feeling nauseated. My lower back hurts a little and I start to develop a sore throat in the afternoon. Oh geez, it feels like tonsillitis. Why me?!! CM continues.
8DPO - Wake up noticing the sore throat right away but figure it's not that bad and I'd rather go to work than see a doctor. First signs of sore BBs but the ache is very mild and on the sides. Odd, because I'm normally aching for the entire TWW. Oh and what is this cramp? It feels like AF might be a week early. Nooooo!!!! Go away. Getting suspicious.
9DPO - Still feeling light AF cramps and mild nausea. BBs feel tender but its not particularly bad. Feel VERY hormonal. I am convinced today I will start my cycle and prepare myself mentally.
10DPO - Feeling pretty much the same. Waves of nausea and slight aches. Also have quite a nasty pimple on my chin. And I find an enormous one on my back. Really? We are doing this? We are growing pimples on my back now? Thanks hormones. It's lovely, really. Feel for my CP and am surprised to find it very high, firm and closed. Lots of creamy CM. Use a HPT. Wait... is that a shadow? No... couldn't be. Nope. Must be an evap. These are cheap. Ignore it, go to work. When I get home 10 hours later I scrutinize the strip again. Yes, there is definitely a mark in the test space, but it's barely there. Tell myself to stop getting my hopes up and I vow to wait until Tuesday (14dpo) before I test again.
11DPO - Yeah right. Day 14. Whatever. Get out of bed at 6am and whip out a test. I sat there timing three minutes. Saw nothing and went back to bed deflated. That's it. No more. Stop torturing yourself. Get into an irrational argument 2 hours later and burst into tears. I use the opportunity to go to the bathroom again and I pick up the HPT for a further bit of torture. Holy. Sheeet. There is a line. THERE. IS. A. FREAKING. LINE! BFP!!! Lose my mind. I carry it out and show him with a stupid look on my face. Cry a lot more. Go back and read the instruction sheet. I was supposed to wait 10 minutes. Whoops. Do another test in the afternoon and BAM, it's there. Still light, but there's a line. Symptoms are barely noticeable today. Feeling fatigued (or is that just lazy?) and a bit nauseous.
12DPO - Test with FMU and get another faint line. Yay. That's good. Go shopping for an hour and start sweating uncontrollably. Feel awful. Must go home. Get a digital test but decide not to use it yet.
13DPO - I use a standard strip and it comes out darker so I whip out the digital. PREGNANT!!!! 1-2 Weeks. OMG! So happy. Overwhelmed.