Third Time's A Charm

In June we started another three months of the waiting. (for emotional and physical healing) At this point, I wasn't sure if I even wanted to try again. Maybe our life was supposed to be just Taylor, Peyton, Tripp, Izzy, and I. I didn't know where life was taking us or what was going to happen next. After much crying, praying, and long talks with Taylor we both decided that we would try until the end of the year and then call it quits after that. In late August I started my period, so I called my doctor to see if we could go ahead and start on the clomid again, but she said I really needed to wait til the beginning of September. I wasn't hopeful that I would start on my own again in September, so I was a little bummed out about that. September came and I never started, so I finally called my doctor in October and they put me on a ten day medicine to make me start and then I could finally start back on my clomid. Once I started the medicine I did some calculating of when the my most fertile times would be and it looked like the few days that were most important were the few days that Taylor would be gone on a business trip. I knew there was nothing I could do to change this and to me it just seemed like a waste of a month. To my surprise, I didn't start when I was supposed to and Taylor actually was in town during those few important days. I got my blood drawn on day 19 and my doctor had confirmed that I did ovulate that month. I was very eager to find out if that month was successful or not and I was ready to start testing, but Taylor thought I should wait awhile longer. While Taylor was gone for a little bit one night I took a test to calm my mind because I was sure that I was pregnant. As the test was blinking with an hour glass Taylor walked through the door, so I froze because I didn't want him to be mad that I was testing so early. As I read the word Pregnant for the third time I was shocked. I was only testing early to bring myself back to reality that I probably wan't pregnant. I really had my hopes up and when you are trying to conceive that is the one thing you try not to do. I yelled for Taylor to share the news and we hugged for atleast ten minutes and of course I cried like a baby. How could I get a positive test at only 3 weeks and 3 days pregnant? I was beyond excited, but more importantly I was humbled.