The dreaded Two Week Wait

After that - apart from the thrice-daily progesterone suppositories - life pretty much returned to normal. I very gingerly went for a few steady runs, making sure my heart rate stayed low and I wasn't getting out of breath, and we went about our day-to-day. But there was a constant trickle of excitement that punctuated everything. I was carrying two embryos! Imagine how amazing it would be if we became an instant family of four?! Sure, everything would be really hard work for a few years, but we'd only have to go through it once. Where would everything go in the house? Should we upsize? 

But... what if it doesn't work?

After the transfer, we had been sent home with two pregnancy tests and urine sample bottles, which sat waiting patiently on the bedroom chest of drawers with specific instructions to test on the twelfth day. Whatever the outcome, we were to ring the Cotswold Fertility Unit; a positive test would be followed up with another test and scan before being discharged from the clinic and referred back to our GP. A negative one... well, we weren't going to get one! With two embryos hanging out in my uterus, at least one of them was bound to catch!

The days passed, and I couldn't help but overanalyse every little thing. I had a bit of cramping and my boobs were tender. Why did I need to wee so much? Could Things be happening?!

Despite waking up stupidly early on the twelfth morning absolutely bursting for a wee, I clung on for the two hours it took until Gary woke up, and we both tentatively approached the bathroom. The instructions stated to collect a sample of the first urine of the day, use a pipette to squeeze a few drops onto the test, and wait for exactly two minutes. Two lines, however faint, would indicate a positive test. One line would be negative. And so, I nervously weed all over my hand trying to aim into the stupidly small tube, and we duly carried out the instructions, putting the test on the window sill and waiting with bated breath - Gary checking his watch constantly and me resolutely looking away and forgetting to breathe.

And then, two minutes later, we looked.

There was only one line.