First Steps

This is how my pregnancy journey began:
My husband Ken and I have always wanted to be parents. We knew when we got married that we wanted to be steady financially, to wait at least a year to give us time to be a couple, and that we wanted to space out our children. After talking about when would be best to start trying, Ken's big point was that he wanted to own a house before we tried. So off we went to buy a house. 
We bought our house in May 2010, and from the purchase, we were able to put $4,000 into savings specifically for a baby. For lost time at work, furniture, doctors visits, etc. Being financially secure was a big issue for us, and even after the house, our jobs are steady, income is steady, and we decided it was finally time to start trying for a baby. It was sooner than we had expected; we had originally planned for Jan. 2011 for the birth control to be removed, and I was really happy we decided to move forward sooner.
We knew we were ready, so I made the appointment to get my Implanon (my method of birth control) removed. It needed to be removed in January anyway, so a removal in October wasn't that unexpected. I had to go to Planned Parenthood, as that was where I got it placed at, and figured they would know best how to remove it. Or not. The doctor on duty that day could not see the Implanon, and thus could not remove it. I remember the day quite readily. She apologized continuously and I lay crying on the table. I was so ready to have it removed, has been looking forward to the day for so long, it was a major disappointment to know I had to wait three more days until another doctor could look.  Ken and I spent that frustrating day being lazy at home, and I trued not to think of how disappointed I was.
Skip ahead three days, and before I knew the doctor has even opened my arm, viola, it's out. It was successfully removed on October 27th. I was told by both doctors that becoming pregnant may not happen right away, and to be patient. My first day of my period was October 28th, and I swear all I could think of was the possibility of getting pregnant.
I think I went a little crazy in the 2 weeks or so after getting my Implanon taken out. Probably from my hormones trying to balance out again, but I was a mess. Very irritated, moody, sad all the time. It was in the first month I found out at least 3 people from high school were also having babies, and I felt very frustrated that things seemed to be taking forever.

I hosted Thanksgiving this year, and on Thanksgiving morning, woke up sick as a dog. Nauseous, queasy, weak, and I actually threw up once. My mom came over, took one look at me, and asked what I was wrong. I told her I felt sick, and then she was convinced I was pregnant. My possible pregnancy was the talk of the whole day from my relatives. I tried not to hope to hard that I was pregnant, and I even tested that day. Negative. I decided to wait a little longer; maybe I was just sick, maybe I didn't have enough hormone if I was pregnant to cause a positive. I waited another 2 weeks and on a whim from ken bought another pack of pregnancy tests. Tested that night and was still negative. It was really hard not to feel depressed about it, even though I was over 2 weeks late for my November period. Every one I talked to told me to just wait it out, stop thinking about it, it will happen when it's meant to. All I remember feeling from November to mid December was frustration  and disappointment. When would it come? Either a positive or a period, which one, just give me something to go on! Not thinking about getting pregnant is easier said than done.