Happy National Infertility Awareness Week...I'm pregnant!

Whaaaaat?!?!
After my last few posts have been all suicide and black roses things sure turned around!
I went to work Monday night and had some labs drawn while I was there to make sure the clomid is working, my thyroid is okay, and all my hormones are in check. I threw in a blood pregnancy test while I was at it. Figure if I had a needle in my arm, what the heck? Well my HCG level (HCG is made by your baby after it implants and is what make your pregnancy test positive) was 1. Wtf. One? Really. Typically anything less than 5 is considered not pregnant. I was pissed, why couldn't my level just be zero? I felt like I was being tortured. One gave me a smidge of hope, but just enough to tell myself I was being set up for disappointment.
Tuesday Josh came home for work and when we went to bed that night I felt "icky" I had heartburn, shakiness, and nausea. Blah. And once again I was hacked off because why does my body have to give me hope that I am having pregnancy symptoms? I woke up at 3:30 to pee and thought what the heck, I'll take a test.  I knew it would be negative since just Monday night my HCG level was a patheic 1. And home pregnancy tests (HPTs) require a level of 25 to show a positive. So fat chance, but it is my piss I'll do what I want with it.....

Welllllll, lookie there! A big fat positive (BFP)!! At 10 days passed ovulation (DPO) Holy mother of Abraham Lincoln! Very faint but a positive is a positive, you can't be kinda pregnant. I immediatley took several more and they all said the same thing: little embyro is Courtney's uterus! HHBH exsists :)

The first thing I did was wait 3 agonizing hours for WalMart to open (hey, I'm a true Arkansasan)  and I bought a carseat. Jumping the gun much?? But I wanted to tell my baby daddy we are preggers in a memorable way, and I have had a bit to think about it. So I put a carseat in the back of his truck with a sign that said "Reserved for Baby Hollowell" I woke him up and asked him to go eat breakfast with me, we go to get in the truck and he tells me he needs to check the oil. JUST GET IN THE MOTHERLOVIN TRUCK OK? He finally does and surrrpriiiiisse!!! His reaction? A few manly tears and "I'm so happy for you!" Sweet, but hello you are pregnant too here buddy. Oh yeah and he also told me not to kiss him with toungue because he only swished with mouthwash and didn't full out brush his teeth....exactly how I pictured this beautiful moment....kinda.

There was a little gift in the bag....a baby pair of converse. Awwwwww.

Thumbs up from Mr. Swimmy Sperm!

We had tickets, great tickets, to a Cardinals game that night, so we made it a blissful day in St. Louis. And bought a little something for HHBH as a keepsake of the happiest day we have shared so far.

So since we have got the news how do I feel? A little nervous. I'm ready to add some weeks to this pregnancy and gain some confidence. Our HHBH was an Easter Egg so by my last period I am 3 weeks and 6 days. Due New Years Day 2013. But God loves us and will take care of everything. I'm trying not to worry until I am given something to worry about, which I hope is never. We haven't told our families yet which is so hard to keep to ourselves but I want to wait it out and conjure up a cute, creative, and memorable plan to tell all the people who love us most (the same pesky people that kept asking "When are you going to have a baby?")  But in the days since I have known I'm growing a human my second pink line has gotten more definate, which makes me feel a little better. Nothing to do now but pray and wait. God is so good!

I have also started a little project I have been looking forward to doing. Weekly (or kinda weekly) baby bump progress pictures. Here is the first of approximately 40.

Pray for us y'all!

Peace. Love. Hunka Hunka Baby Hollowell.