I tested on DPO 7, 8 and 9- all negative. I was down to only two cheapie internet pregnancy tests, and two digital tests that I heard you shouldn't use until after a missed period. So, after my BFN on DPO9, I swore I wouldn't test again until at least DPO12, which is the day before my period is supposed to start. However, I just had this feeling I was pregnant. Though, about as quickly as I would convince myself I was pregnant, I would convince myself I was not. There was no way I was that lucky, or that blessed.
That being said, I looked up which tests are most likely to detect pregnancy at 10DPO over on Fertility Friend, convinced Husband to stop by CVS (their brand reported with the highest detection rate) on the way home and didn't drink anything from 1pm-6pm. I peed in my cup, dipped the stick and threw out the sample. Soon, I got a faint line- a positive, only, it was a blue dye test, which I had read on babycenter.com that blue dye tests are famous for false positives. Cue the freaking out "am I or am I not?" In my excitement, I called Husband in and said, "Do you see the line?!?!?!?!" Husband, "Ummm, not really. Shouldn't it be as dark as the other one? Also, Is this how you were going to tell me?"
For the record, me screaming for him to come look was not the plan, but in my excitement, I forgot.
Husband does not understand that any line is a line, and any line means positive. I then proceed to call my SIL and ask her what she knows about the blue dye tests, AND I text her a pic of my positive test to see what she says about the line. It's amazing how much you second guess yourself in this process. She tells me that she definitely sees the line, but that she's also heard that blue dye tests are bad, and that I need to go get a First Response Early Response, and WHY ON EARTH DID I THROW OUT MY PEE?!? Gahh, I know, right? Dumb me.
I remember my internet cheapie test, chug two glasses of water and squeeze out about five more drops , which I dip my stick into, and swear I see the faintest little sliver of a line you've ever seen, which Husband is convinced does not exist. I go so far as to pull an old negative out of the trash to show him the difference. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
At this point, I'm pretty convinced I'm pregnant. I've peed on enough sticks to see when something is different and to like I said before, I had convinced myself I was pregnant and was just waiting for a positive test. So, I went ahead with my original plan to tel Husband- I put our dog in a Big Brother shirt, pointed it out to Husband and also gave him the book What to Expect When Your Wife is Expanding. A little bit anticlimactic at this point, but still fun.
I'm basking in my newly pregnant glow, but it doesn't take me long to figure out that Husband is still not convinced. So, we head to the store to pick up the First Response test. By the time I get home, my two glasses of water have caught up to me, and I put my cup to good use. However, the pee is clearly very watered down, and I even debated using at all. I figure, ehh why not, I have another for in the morning. Big fat negative.
Husband agrees it could have just been too watered down, as does the whole of babycenter.com (you know I asked their opinions haha), and asks me to wait until the morning to use the other First Response test. I did go ahead and test again around 10pm with my blue dye test just because I knew they were pretty much useless at that point, and I like dipping sticks. Big fat positive, but I know I have to wait till morning for the big one. Fast forward to 4:30am. I wake up, need to pee, but try to make myself go back to sleep. Not happening, so I pee in the cup, dip my stick, and what do ya know- the prettiest two pink lines I have ever seen:)
I know at this point Husband won't believe it until he sees a digital, and since I have two, I figure I might as well push my luck and see if I get a positive. Three very long minutes later...