Agonized for a while last night over whether to test or not. Decided that I was starting to imagine too many symptoms, so I should just do it, get my negative, and move on.
I was still a little nervous when I peed on the stick this morning. Turned it over and watched the color creep up. And then, to my complete shock, there were TWO lines. Unmistakeably.
I was actually down at my sister's house (my weekly jaunt to visit her and my niece) - when I came out of the bathroom with a big shit-eating grin on my face, she knew right away.
I wish I had waited to test when M was around! It just didn't occur to me that it truly would be positive. So I told him when I got home. I think he was just as shocked as me - given our four failed IUIs, we both thought that it was impossible.
But no, every time I go back and check the stick, there are still two lines there.
Yup. Still two lines.
Update - just heard back from the RE's office - beta's tomorrow and Monday. I'm a bit surprised, given that this was a natural cycle, but I'm not going to say no!