Now to the random discovery. This morning while I was rooting through my night stand drawer looking for my tramadol I found something I thought I didn't keep.
I found a positive pregnancy test. I totally forgot that J wanted me to keep it. Actually in there were two positive tests and four negatives.
1 February 2012 I was pregnant from the last IVF. By the next day the line was gone. Hoping against all odds I tested again the same day and twice the next day. Beta was the following day. At least I know for a while I was pregnant. It's hard to believe it has now been 7.5 months. Wow I would have been full term by now. So much time has flown by.
I still have some hope that maybe I'll get pregnant again. Oh I doubt it will happen with my own eggs but I have hope that if we are able to go the donor egg route I'll have a baby that way.
Still no word on whether or not J can stay in the military. Now it's all down to one man's decision. The same man that decided all soldiers on Rear-D were not worthy to go to the board or receive awards. So yes I have my doubts because this one man seems to have it in for the those left behind. This is just my opinion mind you.
J tells me that normally this man shouldn't have this power but for some unknown reason his paperwork has to go through this guy. We were hoping for word on Friday but now it looks like, because the orderly room can't find record of his last PT test, he'll have to take another one. Which means further delays.
I'm getting anxious. I don't want to stress J, it's not his fault things have changed. I just want an answer now. I need to start making plans.
Maybe by December we'll know the answer to our big question.
