Introducing Baby "B"...

Introducing Baby "A"

Latest and last office visit...

Here they are, two lil' ones...hearts beating along...

What more could I ask for at this point. Being realistic I know that this is really the best news we can see and get, so, with that I will breath easier today as I rejoice in the strength and courage that I know is nothing short of intervention, divine that is. As each day goes by you would think that I would feel more reassured...I don't my fear grows as they do, each day they are with me...is a memory in the making. I love my memories, I fear losing them.

There is a list of things I would like to know, things that I have decided that if I knew would help me relax...In time we will address them, one week at a time. There is very little need for me to know the sex. Tom so does not agree, he is worse than most women and really most children. A tad odd that I don't want to know, but I want this pregnacy to have some real suprises, fun ones, but really I just want to know that they are both safe, perfectly healthy. That, I feel alone is enough to ask for, so everything else...well if we know , we know.

Today was the last appointment with our fertility clinic. It is exciting, but exciting in a bridging over from girl scout to cadet kind of excited. You know that there is like so much more ahead of you but to enter the clinic infertile with the desire to have a child...and leave having one. Well, my image was Whoo..Whoo..., but in reality it is sorta sad like leaving college. Scared crapless to enter, worked hard, had some fun, made a lot of memories but you get to that day where either it is time for change or on to graduate school.

We are very fortunate that both times we have left the clinic we were headed to graduate school. This is so metaphorically said. After years of treatment, we wouldn't even afford preschool.

You sign on with a program and you have to just give it to them. When I say give "it" I mean your body, your courage, strength, your hopes and your dreams. If you haven't tested your faith till then, you will be truly challenged. Then they hold you hand and guide you and maker you stronger, wiser, all the different either way of success or disappointment.

It is scary to walk away from the place that was your security. I feel blessed to have had the team working for us that we had. I think that is probably a large part of your success is the general attitude of your team. I've seen some bad ones, but we found one of the best.

There are three little blessed embryos in waiting for us once theses babies get here. Don't know where we are with this, I do know that we are way too early in this pregnacy to make any decsions.

We miss you guys already, everyone from the receptionist to the doctors themselves our part of our family. Haha, jokes on them.

Another long day...

Well, it has become very quickly a routine to acknowledge the next doctor visit with a long night prior. So in fashion, I will be high strung on emotions and worry today as well as tonight. I will prepare my self for the worse, and the best. Again, I will try to rely more on my faith and less on my "idea" that I may have some control of things. I figure about the time I get this down,we will be delivering. Go figure.

The truth is that I do have some control over somethings. Like I chose to eat well, and take care of myself. I chose to let many things in my life right now not be so high on the priority list like cleaning and being a family helper. And do all that I can do to remain healthy. I chose to avoid and reject situations that in the past and that will for sure will set me up for frustration and aggravation. I chose and have to work hard at remaining positive.

I see that we are getting the best of care, we see that we are good and informed advocates for our babies. I chose to educate myself about any and all possibilities because I know oh, to well, how quickly you can be caught off guard and make uninformed decisions that later one day you may regret.

So in spite of what most people and health care profession deem as the "nothing you can do during this time" period...I think that I am doing a good bit for my babies, and I am sure that it will be of benefit at some point and I know that I will be glad that I did it. So.

I have learnt and these are valuable lesson for anyone who accepts the challenges continuing to journey the road of infertility and pregnancy loss. You can't let fear make your decisions. You have to believe that you can do it. You have to believe that you are worth it. Do what you need to do...you can survive a host of outcomes as long as you don't have a list of "what if's, I should of's, if I had know's".

With these in mind, I forge ahead, I face fear in the face, my legs shake, my voice quakes, my eyes sting with tears, but in my heart, if I am defeated...I will know that I did all that I could.

On that note...you can only guess what we are in need of, yeap...prayers.

I feel as though I have slacked off the last day or so, getting a cold and really poor time management. I hope to spend some extra time tonight through passage and prayer. I know as each day unfolds...I am nothing with out him...and through him anything is possible.

I need to remember this as fear crawls up my back and sits upon my shoulders. I can't even wrap my head around a women getting giddy going into an ultrasound...giddy doesn't even happen for me, if our ultrasound goes well and I see heartbeats...well I stare in amazement, awe that we are still blessed with our babies.

There was talk at the last doctor appointment visit that in fact if my prior section went as he understood it, they would allow me to deliver at 34 weeks if I went into labor on my own...my take is that now my uterus can with hold very little in means of contractions.

Where oh where oh where is positive reinforcement?

So I went to the regular run of the mill Ob/Gyn today. Got up early, read my passages, said my prayers...prayed the whole way over. I entered the office with extreme happiness and joy that we were here.

With in the first 5 mins of the waiting room experience a women leaves, crying her eyes out.
My heart sank. My mind wondered.

"Did her baby die? Is her baby okay? Did she find out she can never have a baby?

Did her baby have a terrible defect, is there a syndrome that stole her dreams?"

I told myself this is a Ob/Gyn, maybe she has cancer? " or maybe her dead beat "other" gave her something they don't sell at Tiffany's.

Oh dear. I just want to track her down and hug her. I know that this is unrealistic so I just lowered my head and prayed for this women. For what ever she was exposed to may she find strength and courage to make it through.

I know that feeling, I was her every time we left the doctors office. As much as I hate the journey that infertility has taken us on, I wouldn't give it to anyone just to escape it myself.

So 20 mins pass and they call me in, recharged to have a positive appointment and lay my cards on the table...the doctor I saw today nipped that idea in the bud.

"Hi. Congratulations"

"Thank you, we're excited"

"How are you feeling?"

"Good" " Well, a lot of anxiety, but generally good."

"You know your last pregnancy, well there was circumstances, well that played against the general rules of pregnancy, and there were twins."

"Yeah we know, but you know we are having twins again, right?"

"Yeah"

"Well, as I am sure you know, most twins pregnancies don't make it out of the first trimester, and most that do lose one twin"


You get the just of the appointment.
If I would have been able to pick up my heart and jaw and respond, it would had been a lot like.. "Well, duh, yeah, don't you think after all we have been through that we know the possibilities, not only know of the statistics, I'm a member! Why don't you share some of the good things that can happen, you know the advances in medicine etc." Then I would like to had added "that with that attitude it is a good thing that most women get pregnant before they come see you than before or you would be flipping burgers at an all night stand some where."

So anyway, I see the high risk OB on Monday as well as go to the clinic for my discharge from them and my last scan 8 weeks. Nothing positive to report from the medical front, however, I will try to remain positive until Monday when we get to see our babies heart beats again.

If you wondering...you know the drill ~pray.

Wasn't I just here yesterday?

Okay, are you tired yet? I am, seems like I just get over one stressful worry filled night to get a reprieve and back to stress and fret again. Not only my anxiety, are you all tired of me asking for prayers? I hope not because that is what we need right now. When I told you that this would be a long 30 weeks, I wasn't kidding. I have to say that I do feel as though the Lord is giving me strength that I am surprised that I have.

An example of this is that I am trying to talk Tom into not finding out the sex of the twins. As long as they can give me some reassurance that they are healthy and going to be okay, I really don't think I need to know. I guess after our last pregnancy, that is really all that matters. The things that I thought were so important like the nursery, clothes, perfect housing arrangements etc...well, didn't help in the end. Didn't make me love them any more, any less. So in the spirit of child birth and faith, if I can get one wish, let me know that they are both perfectly healthy. After that I can wait like all the mothers in 50's and 70's.

We have about 6 weeks to go to be out of some initial danger. Everyday pregnancy can be potential danger until that baby is in your arms, but on the positive note that I just know will be the journey this pregnancy is going to take ( believe , believe, believe...)we need to get to to 14~16 week at which time they can be more reassured that we are past the highest risk of miscarriage, and that our babies have a diaphragm, that they are no general markers for syndromes...etc. Okay , the reality of all that is going through my head is bring down my positive thoughts so enough of this.

I will be praying, hope you guys will say a few for us too.

Hope to get a picture in the morning...check us out tomorrow.

You've come a long way babies!

They are both doing good! One is horizontal and one is vertical to the ultrasound wand so no matter how they tried to get pictures, one is tiny and distance and the other appears to be giant. They say that our next ultrasound they both should be a good size and we should be able to get better individual pictures.

The best news of all is that the fluid sac is gone. Maybe it was typical, or common, whatever. I know that it was a answer to prayer. I was very worried that this sac was a hemorrhage or the precursor to a birth defect. We are not really out of the woods for either of those scenarios, however at 7 weeks, we are creeping closer to the "celebratory" phase of pregnancy.

More positive news is that although brief the doctor checked out the "hernia" kind of pain and she feels that with no bulge yet, that it is more than likely adhesion's. This is a very uncomfortable occurrence but after one releases there is actually some relief until the next one separates. She said that in fact it could be early ligament pain because the uterus is expanding a bit quicker for two. If it continues we will consult with a surgeon for post delivery issue or a support belt if it worsens. All very do able.

I would like to thank everyone who has continued to include us in their prayers and supported us in this pregnancy, some days are scary and some days the stress is a bit much so it is very nice to know that even if Tom and I aren't our selves, you all understand and continue to support us.

If you want to know what we need...more prayers. Patience, calmness, health and the lord will continue to carry these babies in the palm of his hand, protecting and watching them.

Going to the doctors and I'm ...

going to throw up!


Ugh, I like to go and I want to go, but the 24 hours prior to appointment I just freak, I am a ball of nerves, my house gets a burst of cleanly and orderliness to it, however every other aspect in my life is neglected but a pregnant girl has to do what a pregnant girl has to do.

Actually, I am anticipating the morning because if I can get to another ultrasound appointment with out trouble, then this would be a first. Two ultrasounds in a row. I am curious about the fluid sac though, I wished I would have thought to ask more questions last Monday but, frankly I was so tickled and giddy about the babies, being two, I really couldn't even wrap my head around the fluid sac thing. That happened on the way home as I was calling everyone.

Which brings up a topic that I feel I want to touch on. Some people have different ideas of when they begin to think of their babies, well, as babies. I really have my own opinion of this and I respect each individuals own opinion so long as my opinion is too respected. That being said, Tom and I both feel that the day we conceive is the day we acknowledge our child. I know sounds intense, but, honestly, our first miscarriage was devastating. The lost of hope and dreams was nothing that I had ever felt before. We knew that at 3 month our baby was at best a kidney bean with buds for limbs, but we had names, nursery ideas, we knew that the baby had Tom's nose and my hair. No, we didn't "know", but we had hopes. When you lose a baby before they are "viable" able to fight for a chance, that is what you have. Hopes, dreams, faith, love. If you make it far enough to lose your baby at birth or early birth, or from a defect...you lose all that and some. Your so close you can see it, touch it, smell it, you never knew what you had lost till then. It compounds the senses. Who ever thought hopes, dreams, faith, love, pain had flavor?

A lot of people say that you should stay mum until your first trimester is over. After all our miscarriages, I can't. We want children too bad, we love them too much, simply the thoughts of them bring us joy.Tom and I have spent almost our whole existence together trying for children, and spending our lives putting our selves in the situation to continue the fight for children. We don't' have a fancy house, great clothes, style, killer decor, we live pay check to paycheck investing every penny and some to fertility treatment. So, as soon as we find out we tell everyone. Yeah there has been a bunch of sad moments and awkward times when we are asked "how's the baby?" but I can't imagine going thorough what we have with out sharing it... sadly many people we have introduced to this roller coaster ride we call our life, have taken the "exit stage left" direction. Miscarriage today is still treated as a plague. "Oh, a miscarriage. Shame." Then many feel that they need to say something prophetic to magically erase your pain. Some and don't be surprised that they may be family, just pretend that they don't know,and won't ask...they do this because through word of mouth, they do know. There is risk in any pregnancy. Rather of your previous ones or single one. Fear can wrap it self around you and pull you right sown to that you couldn't hold your head up if that's the only way you could breath.

Love is tough. As in Corinthians. Love is patient, kind forgiven. What it fails to mention is that it is tough, it can hurt, but in the end it is all love. We can't let fear steal our hope, dreams, our faith our love. Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? heck, yeah. But,if I'm honest to myself...in the end we will all be where we are supposed to be. God willing.

So, I have totally gotten off topic which is our two little ones.

Lovn' them tonight, hoping that we have 29 great weeks full of positive events. I really need the prayers tonight. We need the prayers.

I pray that they both are looking great, hearts strong, food sacs shrinking and placenta's growing, I pray that the fluid sac is gone if not reduced and there is no blood flow to it. I pray that the pain that I have had this week is only a hernia from the section scar. I just pray that the Lord continues to carry us as he unfolds this wonderful journey and allows us to enjoy the full beauty of having children. I pray that he continues to support my anxiety and ease my knowledge of trauma. Through him all things are possible, and with him we are all we can be.

Till tommorrow.

Worried to the Max!

Deed, I really don't know how I will make it through this pregnancy.

Feeling better today, sorta, I think the feeling that I have is the blah from pregnancy, this is good. Although, my experience is in failures and catastrophe' so my concern is that I have gotten pretty yucky at the start of the other shoe dropping before.

I once told a doctor that I didn't know what to do now that we were pregnant because I had became so good at pregnancy failure. If you have experienced loss in the past rather it be a miscarriage or a failed fertility treatment of worse the loss of your infant and you choose to continue...well, I'll be honest, I had to become callus at appointments, I had to remove the very heart that broke each day I wasn't a mom. I liked to say that I falsely built courage with the left overs of my broken heart. That is how we have endured 10 years of this.

I really think what I need is a daily ultrasound. I'm so a needy person, I like to think that I'm not, but with pregnancy...I'm compulsive.

Really what would it hurt if I went to the office every two days until I can feel some movement and hear heartbeats? I mean in the long run it would remove a copious load of stress and anxiety. On the other hand I really need to remember that I have wanted to lean on the Lord during this journey and by going and taking a look every day or so would be like calling him and saying "your still working on me, right?, were still okay right?, this is wrong, so on that note I will pray for the perfect clear timing and guidance that he shows me what and when to seek help on and pray that he may help clam my needy nerves...

Uggghhh! Days like this I get on my own nerves...

Chilln' and illn'

I haven't felt so good since late last night. Anything to worry about? Don't know!
I have a huge stomach history. Born with a gastrochesis (sp?). I have had many surgeries and from that have had a host of belly problems, so anything from nerves to certain foods or lack of fluid can cause havoc.

With the adhesion's that I formed over the years our last pregnancy was a bit painful. Hell, it was a lot painful, but it was predicted that if I ever got pregnant again, especially in the near future, it should be less.

New Flash! I'm thinking that the adhesion's not only grew back but doubled up. So on top of praying that theses two precious wonderful gifts continue to thrive and their little hearts stay strong and they get here right on time, we can add that "mom" does not get a bowel obstructions, stays hydrated, and that the pain of adhesion's ripping won't cause too much anxiety. The pain is tolerable. Wondering if that pain was the pain I should have called the doctor on is madding. When you feel a ripping or stabbing pain, you think "I should call the doctor..." so I just fret, and pray that I have made the right decision. I'm sure this is way more info than the average blogger would prefer to read, but, In fact have warned everyone that I am not, never have been the typical anything...but if you really want to know what I would love to stop is every time I pee waiting for blood on the toilet paper. If I didn't know better I would bet money that this is some form of ancient Chinese torture of some type.

In an attempt not to be self absorbed...we should probably start a prayer chain for Tom. Life for Tom has been a little tougher this time around and I predict that it is only going to get worse. When I remind him that we will always have each other, he "hummmp" and grins.

What is with that? is that like, yeah I got the boobies prize "hummmp" or is that the, Oh,dear...lucky me "hummmp"

Well, all I can tell you right now today that is, pray that he finds direction for his "hummmp" because that will surely get him buried in the backyard quicker than these babies will be here.

Hey, Hey Babies!

Here they are, all our hopes,dreams, sweat and tears. Today could not have been any better when we found two heart beats on our babies.

Our due dates are September the 7th and the 8th. So we will have to see.

As for now , I do have much to worry about, however today we are just rejoicing in the power of prayer. I didn't think I could have prayed any harder this week, but I thinking I am about to get the challenge.

For those who are just now joining us on this journey, you will learn fast that with every good there will follow a bad, negative etc. The doctor found on the ultrasound today a decent size sac of fluid, there was nothing in it so it was fluid. For a moment, my heart stopped and sank to my feet, was this blood? Was this an impending hemorrhage like with the girls?

We were told that they see this a good bit and not to worry. What ever. Some Mom's worry when they are in the wheel chair getting wheeled out of the hospital, I worry the day of conception, heck I start worrying the day I ovulate!

So if you are wondering what you can do to help us. Pray, pray for us and them. The next 31 weeks are going to be long and stressful and scary more than anything else.

These are some of the thoughts today I have had.

We only have 15 paydays before the babies are here.

30 week ends with just our family as we know it.

30 weeks to remove a multitude of sin from the spare room, which isn't really a spare room but a needed storage area and a multi purpose room.

We have really a bit less than the 31 weeks , because that will get us to 37 weeks and we can't go longer than that because of my last section. This we will see, but I remain hopeful that theses two little babies, behave, remain where they are until they are healthy and strong, at which time they can come when they want.

The next few weeks are full of appointments. We go back to the clinic on the 21st for a scan and update of the sac, then we see our Ob on the 23rd, the high risk perinatologist on the 24th, after our last pregnancy, everyone is on alert. I'd like to think it is because they care so, but the truth is that after our history, I know they are just wanting to get a jump ahead on any crisis.

This will be the last time I post of the possibility of impending crisis. We will remain positive.

I know the possibilities are there, after you are the statistics for so long, it is hard to wrap your head around being the simple, because life is never simple after being a statistic.

Thank you everyone who are praying for us. It really means a lot and I do believe it makes all the difference.

Somethings I have learnt is : 1. The Lord is the ultimate physician~through him all things are possible~He has great things planned for us and none are to harm us~all in his perfect time~if it is meant to be, it will be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~UPDATE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On that note we just got a call from the regular Ob and they have said. Unless it is a sac from an unfertilized embryo ( its not we only put two in and we have two heartbeats) then it probably is a bleed.

But I will remain positive.

MIA

Where have I been, well I have not had Internet fora few days. Now we are back on line, I had some post typed ready to transfer and I can't find them... so they are gone and that they will be.

It really is taking too much energy to relive the last few days again to post, I made it though them the first time, I don't want to tempt fate.

Funny, I did IVF and I don't want to tempt fate.

Everyone around me is getting or has gotten pregnant. I wish it was in the water, I'd be getting me some of that.

Just another day in....

the life of a cautiously optimistic person.

Nothing great to report. Still feeling a tad yucky, I think it is more nerves than pregnancy sickness.

I asked the clinic to test my progesterone and estrodil this week and they said that there is nothing more we could if they were off, I am on progesterone oil a max dose IM in the butt nightly. They said that it is enough to support a huge pregnancy.

Just a thought, you know to maybe help things a bit.

I forgot for a moment, I have nothing to do with this.

Really, hopes, dreams, faith...well we will see. Medicine could care a less, medically, well they do know more than me so, pretty much I really am an incubator with emotions.

Continue to pray for all of us.

The numbers are in.

Got the call today. The numbers are 1046.

All I can say is that they are up, there is no order in them, they are to double every 48 hours and they are either barely doubling or they triple.

We are not doing anymore Hcg's. We are no closer to finding out anything so we are just doing the ultrasound on the 14th, Monday at 9:45 am.

Don't ask, I don't know how I feel. I want to be so excited, but I just can't.

We are probably having one. They say they 'doubt" that both embryos continued to thrive after implantation.

Don't ask, I know how I feel about this. I doubt anyone would even get it, and I wouldn't want to come off selfish and centered.

What can you do...pray for both of our babies, that numbers are just numbers and that the Lord the grandest physician of all has protected them both.

Another test, yet another long night.

UUUUGGGGGHHHHH!

I just don't know what to say. I want to just dump my heart out, really I do but I think I have a huge dam around it making sure that no emotion enters or exits.

Literally a million things are racing through my head, but I am numb.

Not a Pink Floyd "comfortably numb", a shock numb.

All I can say is that I have been in constant conversation with the Lord today over this pregnancy, so Can't even kneel and pray tonight...I haven't stopped since this morning.

Everyone interested or rooting for us...the time is now. Our numbers really need to take a hike up the Hcg scale...

Knee mail needed~

Ups and downs of IVF.

The title is so...well, just so, so what IVF is about.

The Hcg is up 352. Good right? Well up is good, but now I am on the low side of up. The low side of anything is bad for someone who is a habitual over achiever and a frequent failure.


If we are only carrying one, were still good. If there are two, signs of impending doom are rearing it's head. There really is no way there is three or four.

I know your saying if you have one your lucky. Yes, I am.

I have had 13 miscarriages, one twin pregnancy that ended in the loss of our daughter at 14 days on this earth. I have loved and cherished each pregnancy. I have wanted them all, and loved then no more or no less than each other. When I look at the embryos in the picture, honestly I get giddy, they are life, Tom's and mine life. If either one of then demise then I feel like I have loss more than a blot, a embryo...yeah scientifically that is what they are, but in my heart they are my babies. But I have been cheated out of twins once, and between me and you, I was a bit excited to have them. Another secret. Most IVF people wouldn't admit it but the word multiples is used so frequently and most doctors walk the line trying not to achieve this that , well, the excitement of just the thought of more than one gets you through the ups and downs...

The talk of getting pregnant with multiples during an IVF is a lot like having sex with your partner in a sneaky public place the day you conceive your child/children. In IVF, multiples is the thrill, the foreplay have you.

Just saying, I'm not having a tantrum or anything, just sad how quickly even the slightest excitement I get from pregnancy gets squashed....It is really getting hard in life to remain positive and hopeful when I grasp at straws to do so. Another thing is how quickly my shoulders get weighed down with the whole "look at the silver lining thing".

Have I mentioned that I really hate the color silver.

The next test is Monday.

What can you do...pray. About everything but most of all for my babies. I do so hope that they both are okay, just sluggish and getting over the holiday celebrations. I try to remember after all who theses kiddos parents are...

Another test and another long night.

Another test tomorrow. I go for a check on the Hcg to see if it is rising, dropping or hanging out where we were on Wednesday.
There are definitely some benefits to getting pregnant on your own and naturally, because by the time you miss a cycle, test and get an appointment usually you are half way through the first trimester where the fear of miscarriage and fetal demise resides.
The morning, noon and night sickness is getting better , or I'm just getting use to it. If i had never been pregnant before, never experienced and been the odds I would embrace the vanishing morning sickness, but alas, naive I'm not.
Have I just gotten used to it, have my levels dropped, are our babies okay....Ahhh, the joys of motherhood they neglect to mention. I worry about our babies the day they are given back to me. In the past my body has failed me and my babies , I have trust issues. Wneh they say test tube babies...I sorta wish they were, I could just stare at them, go look would alone have more trust that they will be okay.
There are a bunch of things that weighs on this pregnancy, which is why it not only appears as though I am walking on eggs shells but upside down on a tight rope.
I need to remove the negative and try to remain positive, this the task at hand right now.
If you are still wondering what you could do to help us through this...it is still pray. Pray that our results tomorrow are above and beyond not to low and i worry of miscarriage and not too high where we will worry of hyperstimulating. Pray we are where we need to be and everything is good. Pray that the Lord will lift the burden of any loss from our hearts.

Testing day ~ Officially.

I have been very sick for the past two days, but I actually got sicker once I left the clinic waiting for the results. I know this is like comparing apples to hamburger, but this phone call was like waiting for a call to tell you if you were going to live or die.

The best phone call you can get on this wonderful ride of infertility and pregnancy loss is the call I got today. At 1:51 pm on January 2nd 2007 it is official ~ We are pregnant.

Our Hcg (pregnancy hormone level) was 214. We go back on Friday for another test.

And the craziness starts. If the levels go up the pregnancy is doing well, they can begin to gauge (purely estimate) the viability of the pregnancy. If the numbers drop. Well then that means that one or all of the embryos are not going to probably survive the pregnancy. Once the levels are up to or about 1200 they can probably see something on ultrasound. This will tell us if we are having one, two, three or four.

Depending on this result we will test on the following Monday. And the same rule of thumb sort of follows.

If you are wondering what you could do to help us through this period of uncertainty, fear and worry...Pray, pray real hard for these lil' ones. Pray they like where they are, pray that they are healthy, pray that we can make it through this together. Pray that in 36 weeks and 6 days we not only meet these delicate testaments to life, but they come home with us for a very, very long time.

To be or not to be. That is the question.

After 48 hours of being very sick, ruling out the possibility that my fertility medications didn't interfere with the test, that I am not hyper stimulating and that I don't have some plague or flu bug I did "the" test.

During IVF you are warned sternly about doing this, it is very possible that with all the medications and chemical process that your body goes through you can get false negatives, as well as false positives. It is protection. Like wearing a helmet when you skate board. Oh, heck yeah it is going to hurt when you fall, but at least you won't crack your skull open.

The "stick" and the "pee" is telling us that I am pregnant!

The clinics, the doctors and the internet say that the blood test on January 2nd 2007 will tell the tell.