As many of you know, our journey to conceiving our daughter Mckenna was not an easy one. If you haven’t read our journey with secondary infertility, you can read about our journey. I’ll summarize throughout this post as well, though.
I’ll never forget all of the negative pregnancy tests I took when we were trying to get pregnant with Mckenna. I have a visual of each of those tests in my mind. That negative line, taunting me and telling me that once again we had another failed cycle or one of our fertility procedures failed. I’ll never forget the tears I cried and the prayers I prayed and begging the pregnancy test to be positive instead of negative.
While I remember the raw, real emotions I felt with each of those negative tests, I also remember the absolute elation and joy I felt when I finally took a positive pregnancy test. Our first positive test since we got pregnant with Alea. It’s one of my fondest memories and even thinking about it now, it brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye.
I had surgery for endometriosis in January with the goal being to help with my fertility and also the pain I was having. I didn’t expect the surgery to be so successful, though, and I took that positive pregnancy test 1 month after the procedure. At that time I was 6 days late, but absolutely refusing to take a pregnancy test despite Cory pressuring me to do so. I just didn’t want to see yet another negative pregnancy test. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. However, there was something about that morning that made me finally “okay” enough to take the test.
I woke-up early to get ready for work and took the pregnancy test before I started my usual minimal hair and make-up routine. The test turned positive so fast, I barely had time to set it down and turn my back to it like I usually did. The tears came so fast. But this time, the tears due to extreme happiness, thankfulness, and relief. I ran upstairs to our master bedroom where Cory was still sleeping and jumped onto his side of the bed. I told him to turn on the light and maybe said a few expletives just out of pure shock! I told him to look at the test and to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
He confirmed that what we were looking at was a positive test and that we were finally, finally pregnant.
More happy tears. Hugs. Kisses. Just pure joy. I pulled out of our driveway and drove to work the happiest I had been in a long, long time.
I know pregnancy tests. Those of you who are also dealing with or have dealt with infertility, know pregnancy tests, too. You know which ones you trust and which ones to avoid. I’ve taken enough to know the same and I have to say, the one test I chose time and time again were the e.p.t® pregnancy tests. And if we decide to try again for another baby, e.p.t® is who I will chose again, as well, without a doubt.
With 40 years of experience, e.p.t® not only invented the at home pregnancy test, but they also changed how women find out they’re pregnant. It’s incredible, really. The e.p.t. Pregnancy Test is 99% effective and that’s the #1 reason I feel confident in testing with it and feel 100% confident in the results.
There’s also pregnancy tests that are taken with the hopes of not being pregnant or that shine light on an unplanned pregnancy. I’ve been on both sides. With Alea, she was most certainly unplanned and it was a very scary moment for me to take that test and it was even scarier when that test was positive. I know there are far too many people who have those reactions to pregnancy tests, as well. The unknown and unplanned is frightening, but in the end, it all works out. Obviously! Alea was always meant to happen. She’ll always be my baby and I’ll always be indebted to her for bringing our family together.
What’s your moment of truth? Tell me your pregnancy test story or stories!
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