Trusting without Borders: January 2014

Monday, January 13, 2014

Beginning 2014

I think this saying pretty much summarizes all my feelings for infertility. How could I want to give up on something that I know I have done before? I know I can physically do it its just getting there that's the problem. Then staying that way. So we made the decision. Maybe God will bless us with another biological child in a few years but at this time we need to stop trying. The medicines, the hormones, the injections have to come to an end. I was sad but at the same time so relieved!

Will and I still feel like God isn't quite finished with our family yet. We went back to our feelings of the possible adoption in December. We both felt really good about how God was directing us towards that. Even though that didn't work out we knew we should pursue another adoption.

The next day I got on Facebook to write a post on a group page I'm a part of. The group is an amazing collection of local young moms who have either fostered or adopted. I posted where we were in our journey and asked if anyone had an adoption agency they liked. OH MY!! God opened the gates wide open!! Within a few hours I had talked with many moms who had adopted and were very encouraging. They also gave me contact information for an agency they loved. Even the consultants name they recommended. Within 30 minutes of that I was talking to the consultant over private message on Facebook and she had sent me all the information we need to get started.

My parents always talked to us girls growing up about Gideon's fleece and how he used it to decifer God's will through it. They would put our their "fleece" for things and show us girls how God spoke to them through it. We have done that throughout our marriage and this time wouldn't be any different. My fleece for this agency and consultant would be that Will was completely open and willing to go ahead with the adoption process. He has always been somewhat hesitant with foster kids and the thought of adoption along with the cost. (Which is a great thing because if it wasn't for him I would literally take in any child I ever saw!!) When I approached him that evening with everything the consultant had told me he was completely open to it and excited to pursue it! (That's a God thing folks! He's usually a "lets think and pray about this more" kind of guy!) The next day I spent 45 minutes on the phone with the agency asking questions. We knew we wanted a domestic baby since we feel the need is so great here in the states. Dawn (consultant's name) and her husband have been adoption consultants for years and have adopted 9 times domestically.

The next week I called someone to do our home study for us since you need a separate one for foster care and adoption. Weird! She was super excited and we made an appointment over the phone for the following week. That's where we are currently. I'm working on getting 80-100 photos together for Dawns husband to make our profile book for us for birth moms to look through. So prayers would be greatly appreciated for this season of our life. We know this is where God wants us and are excited to where this could lead.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Still 2013...

My post op appointment was in September. They still didn't know why I couldn't hold onto those babies so I scheduled a consultation with an infertility specialist. He is a very popular man so I couldn't get into see him until December. My nurse practitioner wanted me to see him to see if I was stressing my ovaries too much with all the drugs and hormones I had been taking.

She asked if we wanted to try one last time before we saw Dr Jarrett in December. Not knowing what to do or at this point or having any feelings towards anything anymore we did. Late October we started the hormones and medicines again. This time we were going to do an IUI and a cap. So two separate appointments that I dreaded. The sonographer told me my lining was perfect and my ovaries looked great! When we did the cap and IUI the doctor said everything went very smoothly and seemed easier this time. Well two weeks later we weren't pregnant. So knowing that what was what God had wanted we waited for our appointment with Dr Jarrett in Springfield.

At the end of November I got a phone call from a pastor of a local jail that he worked with. He told me he was given my name by someone who knew we wanted a baby. He continued to tell me that an inmate was pregnant and due at the end of December. She wanted to give her baby up for adoption. The pastor was nervous due to possible drug use by the mother before she was arrested. He told us to pray about it and let him know what we wanted to do. So we prayed about it for about a week and felt God pulling us towards this situation. The day before we went to meet with her the pastor called me and told me he heard that she had found another couple to adopt her baby. He said he didn't necessarily believe the person who told him that but said we didn't have to go meet with her if we didn't want to. Will and I wanted to be sure she had found someone and if she did that was fine but we had to be sure! So we met her and she said she had might choose another couple that couldn't have children. I encouraged her to go with them if that's what she wanted! I told her I brought some pictures of our family to show her if she wanted to see them. She said she would like to see them so I showed her and told her to go with what she felt was right for her baby. She had such a sad story that broke my heart! We left on good terms and confirmed that whatever she decided would be great for her baby!!

A week later I received a call that she had chosen the other couple for her baby. Unbelievably I was so excited for the other couple! I can't imagine not being able to have children and I was so excited for them to have a child.

The day after we found out she had chosen the other couple was my appointment with Dr Jarrett. Going into that appointment I wanted to know what exactly to do. I had lost 7 babies due to miscarriage and I didn't want to mess around. I needed peace to be able to end all of this and I wanted him to say, "STOP, this is crazy, you are hurting your body!". Instead he said, "Ok lets double everything, do a round of intra lipids, start lovanox, take extra folic acid and start you on a new kind of progesterone." I cried several times on the way home. Why? He thought I had a great chance of getting pregnant and staying that way!

Emotionally I'm done. Mentally I'm drained.

On December 30th I received a phone call from Dr Jarrett's office telling me that all the medicines he prescribed me wouldn't be covered by insurance since he was out of network. I asked if my doctor could administrate them and they said yes if he wanted to take the risk. I called my doctors office and they said they would have to wait for the doctor to come back from vacation before they could answer that. They had never had a patient on this kind drugs before since they don't specialize in it. Hearing that and knowing this might due me in Will and I made us hesitate.

Could I do this again with all the doubled medicines? Will was worried if I lost an 8th baby I might not recover mentally. I had to agree with him on that. Each miscarriage changed me and the 8th may change me too much.

2013 continued

After the loss in June we prayed and prayed for direction. We couldn't figure out what God was trying to teach us through this? We both felt strongly that God wasn't finished with our family. Were we to keep trying to get pregnant? Were we supposed to adopt? Were we to stay in foster care?

Nothing bothered me more than people saying, "Why do you want more? You have a boy and a girl, its the perfect family!" Isn't a perfect family any family created by God? Would our family have not been perfect if we would have had two boys or two girls instead? Yes, I agree, it's great to be able to experience what it's like to raise a boy and a girl! But far from perfect if it isn't what God wanted. That's what we were striving for Gods perfection not ours.

We prayed for weeks and came to the decision that we were going to stop trying to get pregnant. We were telling a couple of our close friends about our decision and what we felt like God was telling us. I told them that I had come across a saying and it really spoke to me.

My very wise friend pulled me over as the evening was ending and wanted to make sure I knew what was I doing. She said, "Just make sure it's God putting the period down, not you and Will." Wow, that struck me hard! Was it us? Were we deciding that because I was sick of all the medicines and hormones? Was I wanting to throw in the towel because I didn't want to loose another baby? Were we being selfish?!

We went into the doctors office in early July to discuss our options. They had a new idea and they wanted to give it a try on us. They told us to go home and let them know what we decided. We went home feeling torn on our decision. Was the doctor and our friend telling us what God couldn't get us to hear? Had we shut God out and went with our own decision? We decided to go ahead and try again with their new "plan" So again the medicines were upped and we used a cap again. Two weeks later I was pregnant and my numbers were high but not high enough. So they monitored me, told me to take it easy getting blood drawn every other day. We were supposed to leave on vacation the following weeks so after the last blood draw they called Will, my mom and I into the office. My mom goes with me to ALL my appointments because she understands things I don't and remembers to ask the questions I don't. :)

They took us into a small room that I had only been in once while I was pregnant with Presley for a non stress test. I thought it was strange but figured they were busy and didn't want any exam rooms ready. My Nurse Practitioner came in and leaned up against the wall just starring at me. That's when I saw it in her eyes... The baby wasn't going to make it. She told Will and my mom as I buried my face into my hands and cried. How could this keep happening? Why didn't God want me to have another baby?

Then my ob came in. He is a very logical man and he told me not to give up hope because there was a chance the baby could survive. He said to go on vacation and keep getting my blood drawn while there. He said his worry was that I would be so anxious on vacation that I wouldn't be able to relax and enjoy it while thinking about this. He prescribed me some zanex to help me relax while there and not to focus too much on the pregnancy. (HELLO!! I could possibly loose my baby but I'll try and relax!) So while on vacation I got my blood drawn twice. The first time the numbers were higher but not doubling every other day like they should. Second time they had gone down to confirm I was loosing the baby. I cried most of vacation and the way home.

When I got home I still hadn't lost the baby so they scheduled an appointment for me to come get a sonogram. The baby was still in there but wasn't alive so I had to have a DNC and LAP immediately to have it removed. I was so sad I wouldn't be able to hold my baby after the loss but knew it had to happen.

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Saturday, January 11, 2014

2013 happenings

In December of 2012 I was told I need to take a break on the medicines to give my body a rest. So we tried again with strong medicines in February 2013 but we tried naturally (no IUI). We didn't get pregnant so they decided to do a Laporoscopy to see if there was anything blocking one of my tubes.

During all of this glorious medicines and doctor appointments Jimmy (foster baby) had had 6 ear infections and one toe infection. He was on antibiotics for about 4 months straight. He cried a lot due to all of the pain he was in so he got tubes in his ears in the middle of March.

Surgery was scheduled for me at the end of March. They flushed out my tubes and clean up some endometriosis. All in all they didn't see anything that would prevent me from getting pregnant or keep me from staying pregnant. My wonderful mom kept all three kids for 4 days straight since I wasn't supposed to be up and about for a few days. I had to take a month off trying to get pregnant again because of the surgery.

At my Post Op appointment in April my OB/GYN decided that he wanted to try a cervical cap on me. (Google what that is if you aren't sure so I don't have to describe it to you. :)) In addition to the cap they wanted to double some of my doses of medicines to help with getting pregnant. Have I mentioned what these medicines do to me? They make me irritable, moody and very very hungry all the time. So doubling them was just a dream come true!! (insert Stoller sarcasm!)

I left the office that day in tears knowing what would have to happen... Jimmy would have to transfer foster homes. He was just too big for me to carry around and care for on all these medicines. If I was to actually get pregnant and stay that way I wouldn't be able to lift him either. I'm on a 15 lb weight limit for my first trimester since I'm high risk. My sweet "little" Jimmy was around 22 lbs of pure love. He was 11 months so he wasn't walking yet and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it physically or mentally.

Isn't he just about the most precious thing ever? In early May he went to a very loving family that had been fostering for over 15 years. I was glad he went to a good place but it still makes me so sad to think about! My kids talk about Jimmy almost every day still. It's been 8 months since he left and when we draw family pictures they always add Jimmy! I'm still in communication with his parents so we get lots of pictures of him. He will be going home to them real soon! We would have kept him forever if it was up to us! We love our Jimmy John so very much!!

The middle of May rolls around they used the "cap" on me and it stays on for 12 hours then I can take it off at home. Two weeks later I was pregnant!! WHAT?!?! Couldn't believe this "cap" thing had worked!! PLUS, I had found out that our close friends were also pregnant and we were due 1 day apart! How fun is that?

In early June my sweet Grandma Nussbaum went to meet Jesus. My doctor actually called me during the visitation to tell me my numbers were high and climbing! Blood work every other day and then my numbers dropped. I received the phone call from my doctor two days after we had told our friends we were due together.

I remember sitting at my kitchen table after I got off the phone. Tears rolling down my face I pictured my Grandma Nussbaum receiving our sweet tiny baby wrapped in a little blanket. Oh how she loved babies! She was probably just getting used to Heaven and Jesus came up with a rocking chair and a baby. He might have sweetly looked at my little grandma and said, "Will and Holly sent you someone to hold for them!" Knowing my grandma she would have quickly sat down in the rocking chair, eagerly taken our baby, started rocking and started singing her favorite hymns.

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Friday, January 10, 2014

Try for more?

Losing a baby in November sparked us and reminded us that we want more kids and we shouldn't waste time. Feeling like God was telling us our family wasn't complete we jumped in with both feet. In December of 2011 we started to "try" again. This means more and more drugs for me that exhaust me, change all my hormones and test my love for wanting more biological kids. We went three months with intense drugs and three IUI's. No baby. Took a break for two months for sanity reasons and jumped in again. We started the drugs and did a couple IUI's and did some "natural" cycles and nothing until November 2012. We were pregnant! We couldn't believe a year after we got pregnant we were successful again. This time I was on the right meds to hold onto that baby!! So I tried to stand on my head for as long as possible!! Getting blood drawn again every two days to watch my numbers. Then it happened. I received the phone call I never wanted again. My numbers were dropping.

"In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." Proverbs 16:9

So I sit there on my bed after getting off the phone. Both kids beside me fighting over something and I'm numb, completely numb. I call Will (I still don't remember dialing the phone) and tell him the baby isn't healthy and is going to meet Jesus. He doesn't know what to say over the phone and says he will be home as soon as he can. Well folks he works in heart surgery. Not the type of job where you can come and go as you please. So he gets home at 6 that evening and I haven't moved much except to feed the kids and care for them. He sits down beside me and just wraps his arms around me. He can't "fix" it and that what I think is the hardest for him. He wants to fix things when I'm hurt and he can't do a single thing for me in these moments. I tell him to give me 24 hours and I'll be fine. This is a friday night and on saturday I held my baby for the first and last time and gave him back to Jesus to care for. By this time Wills grand parents are in Heaven and my Grandpa Stoller have their arms full up there. We are now at 5 babies running around up there!

As I said this is November and it's the saturday before Thanksgiving. I'm hosting my family in
Washington since Will is on call for work and needs to be close to the hospital. I'm hoping that hosting will help me keep my mind off of my baby. On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving I'm sitting at McDonalds with my sister in law Steph and my mother in law Ruth talking about how to make and apple pie. I get a phone call from my social worker telling me there is a 6 mo little boy at the OSF ER who has a big head and needs to be in protective custody. She asked if we were interested. Ummmmm.... YES!!! She said go ahead and go to the ER and they will be waiting of you. So I leave my kids with Ruth and go home to get an infant car seat. I was ecstatic! I called Willy and he was shocked but pumped to have been given this opportunity to help a child. I walk into the ER and ask for the DCFS workers with a baby. The guide me into a room with a screaming baby who is terrified sitting in an umbrella stroller. I asked the two detectives why is he crying and they said "Maybe he's hungry?!" I asked where is diaper bag was and bottles. They pulled out cereal and formula from the bag and an empty bottle. The dective asks me if I know how to make a bottle cause he doesn't. Oh dear! I started making a bottle and asked when he had eaten last. They both
look at each other and said probably before we picked him up at 8am. It was 3pm folks! I hurried a little more with the bottle and got him out of the stroller to feed him. He was terrified but happy to eat. We finished the paper work and I left with a very very scared little boy. They told me he was in the ER because his head with abnormally large and they wanted to do a CT scan on him. Well they didn't get permission before I got there so I told him I would bring him back sometime for one but right now he needs to go home with me.

When we got home I gave him a quick bath so I could properly love on him since I didn't know where he was coming from. He cried for an hour and then that was it. He was very use to love and affection so he responded to us very well. He was just very confused why my kids couldn't get enough of him. My amazing mom came over that evening to help me get ready for Thanksgiving since my life changed a bit in the last 4 hours. We got everything ready and went to bed. The next day after church my anxiety was a bit out of control. I couldn't focus on anything, Jimmy (foster baby) wasn't sleeping, I had lost a baby 5 days before and 15 people were showing up in a few hours for food. My mom gave something to help with my nerves but since I hadn't ever taken that before I didn't know how much to take. Well half way through dinner my head fell backwards to rest on the top of my chair and I fell asleep! ASLEEP folks!! When I woke up startled, the whole family was laughing at me! I guess that would have been funny to see :) So I was excused to go upstairs for a nap and woke up renewed and ready for a better evening!

I feel as though God gave us Jimmy to help my heart heal. He needed a temporary mommy as much as my heart needed a baby! Sure he wasn't the baby that I had carried and lost but he was a baby that someone else had carried and loss. He was just as precious as all the others that I had given back to Jesus. I was getting him for a short time just like Jesus had given me my babies for a short time.

Jimmy kept me busy and gave me a glimpse into the world of being a mommy of three little kids under 4. God taught me to let go of things I just couldn't do with three little kids. My job was to stay home and love on a baby that needed me. He taught my kids how share their time with me and that we can't play legos until Jimmy is napping cause he likes to eat them! :)

November 2011

In November of 2011 we were EXTREMELY shocked to find out I was pregnant! Not planned at all but very very excited!! We of course weren't on the correct meds to sustain a pregnancy for me so I didn't sleep the night we found out. I couldn't wait to call the doctor in the am to find out what I need to do and do fast! They started me on progesterone immediately to help me hold on to that tiny tiny baby of ours. (When we find out I'm pregnant I have to go get my blood drawn every two days to see if my numbers are going up or not) It was to no avail. I was working at the Peoria Farm Show when my doctor called me to tell my numbers were dropping. They said expect to miscarry within the next few days.

So I'm standing in the Peoria Civic Center with close to 500 men surrounding me so I start to cry. These men aren't just men. They are farmers with what I believe have hearts of gold. The men that are working with me just stare at me not knowing what to say or do. Do they leave the current customers they are talking with or stay looking at me awkwardly every few seconds?! Men I don't know are walking by me looking so concerned for me. (LOVE ME SOME FARMERS!!) (Some of the men that work for us are AC and very close to our family. They know my story of miscarrying because they worked daily with me while I lost 3 babies earlier in my journey.) I think more time passed by then I thought while I stood there in shock with tears streaming down my face. My dad being the most completely understanding man I know just stood there with tears in his eyes with his arm around me. We were leaning on a field cultivator if I remember right.

I then "woke" up and decided maybe I should excuse myself to the restroom. I went into the bathroom and had a hard and ugly cry in the stall. (great thing about the farm show is that there aren't too many women and so I'm usually the only one in the bathroom) I went to restroom and there lay my sweet tiny baby on my toilet paper. Breathless I picked up my baby (I decided with the first miscarriages that I would try and hold my babies at least once if I could) and told him/her that if love would have saved him he would have lived forever. I quoted the bible as I put him in the toilet, "The Lord giveth and taketh away, Blessed be the name of the Lord"! I walked out of the restroom and had to put on a happy face and finish my day.

Willy couldn't be more wonderful during all of this! He just held me when I got home and took care of the kids so I could go to bed at 6pm.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Loving on our miracles

In January of 2011 I found myself loving being home with my babies!! Trace and Presley were stressful at times like are all kids are but I LOVED it! I wouldn't have changed a thing. When we found out Presley was a girl while I was pregnant I didn't know what to do. How in the world am I supposed to raise a girl if I'm not even very good at being one myself? I mean yeah I can do all the things girls do I didn't have much interest in. I had always felt like God would give me boys cause he knew I could handle them. I understood them, I wanted to get dirty and play outside all day too! I wanted to ride 4-wheelers in the field after a good snow with people on a car hood tied behind me. That's what I looked forward to the most about raising boys! Them just being boys.

Well let me tell you something, Presley is not that type of girl! She wants nothing to do with anything dirty. She would rather dress up and pretend to put makeup on then any of that! She squeals like a girl, talks like a girl and most of all ACTS like a girl!! I love it all! God could not have made my kids anymore different and I love watching the differences between boys and girls. Growing up most of you know I had three sisters. We didn't have any comparisons except between my sisters and I. I was the 'weird' one and they were normal. I was the one outside with my dad helping him with his guns or going to toy shows with him. (back to Presley now) I love that God gave me a girly girl. He knew I needed her to help me realize why God made most girls like that. To be the sweet, loving and caring women to make the world go round. Where would we be without a girl screaming at the top of her lungs when she sees a spider or her brother chasing her around the house with a fake snake? Nowhere... Boys don't want to marry girls like them. Boys want to marry girls that make them feel like heroes for killing the spiders! They were made in Gods image to be the softer mate so that we knew the men were the head of the house for a reason. To love and protect us the way God does for us. I've learned so much from Will and Presley's relationship. He loves being able to serve and protect her in ways that no one else can. Yes, he does that for Trace but Trace doesn't appreciate it like Presley does. She makes a big deal out of it and gives her daddy hugs and kisses for just carrying her. He needed to feel that needed. I have taken a lot of their relationship to heart and God is changing me as a mother and wife. I just love how God knows what I needed. (fancy that?!)

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Growing our family

Will came from a family of 7 children and I came from a family of 4. So we knew we wanted more kids than just our precious little miracle boy Trace. I longed for more babies. My dreams consisted of having at least 3 or 4 running around the house. I wanted it all. The messes, the crazy and the chaos! I knew that would be some what limited when you only have one child but did we want to risk it all again? The spiritual, emotional and physical toll was enough for me to want to go crazy with the thought. How could I go through that with a baby on my hip?

(Step back a moment with me) After our second miscarriage in July of '07 I wondered if we would ever be able to have our own children. I had always had a heart for foster care and wanted to pursue it. Willy of course being the man he is said that was great but we need to try harder for our own first. Well after that third miscarriage he told me he couldn't stand to have me go through that again so lets start PRIDE classes. I hesitantly but eagerly started to search out information on it. I was worried that if we started these classes did that mean we were done trying for ourselves? Would I never feel a baby inside me or have the opportunity to give birth? The next month worked as you know and we call him Trace :) so we put off the classes for awhile. In October of 2009 we decided to get our license just so we had it in case we ever needed it.

Well in December of 2009 we felt like we should start trying to get pregnant again. We didn't mess around this time! (ahem...) My doctor's nurse practitioner had worked with another infertility doctor for many years so she knew her stuff. (ahem...) I started out all on the right meds and had an IUI (intrauterine insemination) on my first cycle. I didn't get pregnant. We tried again the next month with again the same meds and an IUI. That was it!! Pregnant on the second try and I my numbers just kept climbing!! We couldn't believe it. It seemed so easy... like many other people who got pregnant so quickly. (not an IUI but couples who tried and them BOOM, it happens) In December of 2010 our precious little PresleyBeth was born. She was so cute and had daddy wrapped around her finger the moment he held her. (He had the privilege of delivering her, so rather fast you could say!) Trace was in love the moment he saw her. He has been her best friend and worst enemy since the day she was born. They have a great relationship and we love to watch it grow!

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Our first couple years...

I'm an extremely open person. So I want to warn you ahead a time of the details in this blog. :) Motherhood has rocked and changed my world in ways I could have never guessed. Here is our story...

Before Will and I were married I knew that I had PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome). Where my ovaries have cysts all over them. I also have endometriosis I knew this because of painful and inconsistent menstrual cycles while growing up.

Will and I were married in June of 2005. We lived in a town home in El Paso IL while Willy worked part time at Service Masters and went to OSF College of Nursing. I worked full time at Stoller International in Pontiac as a Service Writer and personal assistant to my dad.

In March of '07 we were shocked to find out I was pregnant! We weren't trying with Willy still in school but I couldn't take birth control due to severe migraines. We lost that baby as quickly as we found out we were pregnant due to miscarriage.

In June of the same year I had a cyst on one of my ovaries burst and had to go into immediate surgery. We were told we could start to try for a baby right away. Well to our delight we got pregnant right away! While on vacation with my family in Washington D.C. we found out that my numbers were dropping and the pregnancy would end in another loss. We did lots of tests and found I had a clotting disorder. My blood would clot and cut off blood to the baby. I started a new medicine and we started trying to get pregnant again. I went through three rounds of Clomid and nothing was happening. December of 2007 Will graduated from Nursing school and started at OSF on the Open Heart Surgery team. I finally got pregnant "naturally" and boy we were delighted!! The week before my wonderful little sister Natalie married the man of her dreams in January I once again lost my baby. I couldn't wrap my mind around why God didn't want this for us?! We both wanted kids so bad and never imagined loosing three babies in a row.

In February I was started on Femara. This is a drug that would stimulate my ovaries to produce more follicles which in turn would release my eggs. I got pregnant once again and tried to stand on my head until I saw that amazing little heart beat! Well we saw it, and it's never stopped! We moved to Washington in March of 2008 so Will could be closer to work for his on call schedule. I commuted to Pontiac for work until November when I had our precious baby boy Trace William.

Trace was my dream, he was everything I could have ever hoped for! He was an amazing baby and having lost three babies before him made me love him even more than I could have ever imagined! He was fulfilling my dreams of being a mom full time and wife to Willy. I had so much fun going to Gridley on a weekly basis to hang out with my mom and Candice. Candice had Carson three weeks after Trace was born so we always had a lot of fun getting those little boys together.

In June of 2009 I hadn't started my period and was getting close to being a little over a week past when I should have. I was at Candice's and she suggested I take a pregnancy test. WHAT?!?! Well she insisted so she went to get one. I went into the bathroom and waited. And waited... Then what did it come back as? POSITIVE!! TWO LINES!! I hadn't started my medicines to sustain a pregnancy! How in the world am I going to hold onto this baby?!?! My mind was whirling as I drove home that day to tell Will. It was later in the evening when Candice called me laughing so hard she could barely breathe! It took her several minutes to finally get out what she had to tell me. She had given me an ovulation test instead of a pregnancy test! Good grief I could have punched her through the phone!! Many laughs were had and we still enjoy a good chuckle when remembering the scary/funny day.