Oh, it makes me nervous to do this, but here goes:
Count me in!
I'm 28 (29 next month), and DH and I aren't telling ANYONE yet. He's 32, we're both vegan, and we have two cats. We started TTC in May 2007, and went to a fertility doctor in July 2008. The doctor ran an HSG and some bloodwork on me, said that I was completely healthy, and ran one semen analysis test on DH. He said DH's motility and morphology were fine, but that his count was about half what it should be. The doctor recommended IVF. He wanted to start right away. I felt that he was jumping the gun, so we never went back to him. We conceived spontaneously in September 2008, but lost the pregnancy in early November. Probable blighted ovum. We were devastated.
This cycle felt good to me. I'd just emerged from a months-long state of depression, and life felt liveable. I tested at 11 dpo, saw a line so faint that I probably really did imagine it, and then I got a real line the next morning. I showed DH, who worried about how light the line looked, and told me, "I know it's hard, but try not to get too excited." The digital said "Pregnant" at 13 dpo, and I got another strong line this morning, at 14dpo.
My breasts hurt, I have to pee all the time, and I'm exhausted. The internet says I'm 3w6d. Crazy. I'm really, really hoping for morning sickness this time. I never got it last time, and that's how I knew something was wrong. I don't care how uncomfortable it makes me. I want it!
I hope this baby sticks. DH is too worried to enjoy this at all, and I'm worried, too, but I also feel obligated to try to enjoy it. I don't know what the future holds, but for now...I'm pregnant!

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