I can't stop smiling. Or vibrating. People probably would think I drank waaaaay too much coffee this morning if I went out in public right now...
So, I'll start with yesterday. I decided to dip a stick in the afternoon on a whim. When I went back to check it a few minutes later, I thought there was something there, but it was faint. Waited til the 10 minute mark and it was still looking like a very faint positive to me, so I dipped another stick. Again, something there, but this one was even less dark than the first one (which wasn't all that dark to begin with!). So, I figured I was seeing things and I should stop torturing myself and wait a few more days before I tested again.
Fast-forward to this morning. When I woke up with a very very strong urge to dip another stick... And the faint line from yesterday had gotten darker. Showed up within three minutes, and definitely definitely there! So, then I grabbed another type of test, dipped it too, and watched as the second line came up on that test too!
Now, I've always wanted to tell R in some sort of cute, memorable, way. But all of that went flying out of my head and I just ran back to our room, jumped on the bed and said "I think we did it!"
Now, I've been in this long enough that I know that a faint positive doesn't mean holding our baby in 10 months, but for now I am without a doubt housing a teeny tiny clump of cells that is potentially due around about June 14th (since the first thing I did after giving R the news was calculate our due date)! Round One of Clomid is officially a success, at least as far as getting pregnant. Now we just need to work on staying pregnant.