Sooooo, that pity party might have been a bit premature.

My day just got worse after I posted on Thursday– meltdowns left and right.  I was wishing I had tested so that the temp drop wouldn’t have been such a shock.  I decided I would test in the morning, get a BFN, and that would be that.  

Instead, in the morning my temp was up.  I tried not to get my hopes up as I tested with an Internet cheapie.  As the dye was still moving, I saw a line.  

I ran into the bedroom and yelled for Mr. Teacher Bud to get in the bathroom and put on his glasses.  He jumped up, startled and thought for sure I had seen a big spider.  This wasn’t helped when I said “I think I see something!”  Once he figured out that I was talking about an HTP, he was a bit annoyed that I woke him up.  I’ve “thought” that I’ve seen something before. 

But he saw it too.  So we whipped out a digital and another internet cheapie just for good measure.  The wait for the digital to pop up seemed like the longest wait of my life.  

 Big Freaking Positive.  It was unreal.  I cried, and DH thought I was nuts, but that's ok.  I was terrified because we had gotten news that my progesterone was low the day before.  I called the obgyn on my 2 hr drive to work (freezing rain - thank goodness for a 2-hr delay at school!) My obgyn wasn't in, but they had another one prescribe progesterone suppositories.  They're a lovely cream that I get to shoot up near my cervix every day.  Fun.  But hey, if it keeps this baby safely inside of me, I'll do anything.  

I'm excited, but also terrified.  Not of having a baby, but of losing this one.  I have an appointment on Wednesday to get blood work done, and hopefully the beta numbers will be good, and we can breathe a little bit.  Until then, we are cautiously optimistic.  Any positive thoughts you can send our way for this baby to stick will be much appreciated.