DH and I were originally supposed to find out if we were pregnant after ovulation induction via a blood test, but a few days before I got impatient and did a HPT (and a second the following day to confirm).
The night after the second HPT, my nearly 93 year old grandfather, who had been ill for months, video called from hospital in Hong Kong to tell me he had decided to stop all treatment as he was suffering too much. I knew instantly that he was calling to say goodbye. DH and I hadn’t planned on saying anything until the blood test to be 100% certain but somehow we knew that we wouldn’t get another chance. Cue the happy tears all round. My grandfather had actually asked me on one of my previous trips to HK if DH and I were planning on having children, and when I’d said we were trying, he’d said not to leave it too long.
Just over a week after that video call, my grandfather mercifully passed away (as I said, he was suffering). My last memory of my grandfather is of him with a big smile on his face, telling me how happy he was to hear our news and that he wished the 3 of us well. It turns out that was my last ever conversation with him and really the last day he was really lucid, had we waited any longer to tell him he would not really have understood what we were saying.
I had to have ovulation induction to conceive our little dumpling, due to a combination of PCOS and hypothalamic dysregulation secondary to medication, and it has been a battle to get my mental health stable enough to conceive and keep it steady during the treatment process.
My husband thinks that the timing surely can’t be a coincidence and that somehow this baby is meant to be, and I’d say I agree.
I went to Hong Kong for my grandfather’s funeral last weekend (it takes awhile to lay people to rest there) and a couple of relatives noticed I wasn’t drinking, but as I’ve visited and not drank previously without explanation (usually due to being mentally unwell and having medication adjusted) I don’t know if they’ve guessed necessarily. We’re deliberately waiting until 12 weeks to tell family (I’m 8+5/40 today) as it just doesn’t feel right for us at the moment, particularly as my aunt (who was very close to my grandfather) still has a lot of grieving to do.
I like to think that as my brother said at the funeral, my grandfather and grandmother are together again, up in the stars, watching over us 