Back in prehistoric times, before pee sticks and rapid serum beta HcGs, the medical profession used to test for pregnancy by injecting the woman's urine into a female rabbit and then checking said bunny for ovarian changes.
When the test came back positive, people used to say, "The rabbit died."*
Well, my friends, the rabbit lived. And by that I don't mean some martyred bunny injected with my pee.
I mean Ricochet.
I'm kind of hyperventilating and crying as I write this. Every time I calm down, I start thinking about it and get all worked up again. I'm afraid even to say it.
Deep breath. Try again
I'm p-p-p-p-knocked up.
My beta HcG was 218, 14 days post-IUI.
Goddess of Mercy, I hope this one sticks. Oh, please, PLEASE let this one stick.
*This, by the way, is based on a misperception of the truth. In reality, the rabbit always died, because that's how they could tell if its ovaries were affected.
And by the way, no actual bunnies were harmed in the making of this blog.