Michael's about to one year old! Oh my goodness how the time flies. He's growing into such a big boy.
In the mean time, I'm trying to create an awesome birthday party experience for my little guy. I know he wont remember it but I will. This requires a ton of energy to clean and create the perfect party zone in our little three bedroom two bath house. Yet, I do not have the energy to do anything. I don't have the energy to clean, I don't have the energy to wash, I don't even have the energy to walk to the bathroom. I have no idea how I am going to get this party together.
The reason for the exhaustion, my body is making a new organ. Believe or not, pregnancy does not only grow a baby, but it also grows a very weird and very gross organ called a placenta. *Science Lesson* The placenta is the organ that connects the umbilical cord (and the baby) to the uterine wall. It burrows into the wall and branches out to allow for blood/gas exchange. It is also the part of the birthing video that made me scream. Think a really dark red almost marroon jelly fish being pulled out through your vagina. This is called after birth. It's not pretty, but it is a neccessity. I tell you this so you are also prewarned and not completely freaked out. Look it up on line to get some visuals at your own risk.
Anyways, my body is hard at work making a placenta and I'm hard at work, working and trying to give my little boy a great birthday. Still, most nights involved me passed out on the couch by 8:30. That's really going to get this party hoping.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Excitment doubles (finally)
I'm 5 weeks and 1 day today. I have 34 weeks and 6 days to go (hopefully).
I've been really bummed lately about my pregnancy. My first go around, everyone was so excited. My mom would gush over me, my dad would call to see how I was doing, and David would strut around with a big invisible sign that said, "I'm a Dad!"
This time, no one seemed to be excited, especially my parents. David was stunned (for good reason) and took a couple of days to warm up to the idea of being a newborn parent again. My mom and dad were just worried. All I would hear about is how poor we were going to be, how tired, how everything was going to change and not in a positive way. I felt like the people closest to me didn't want me to be pregnant and thought this pregnancy was a mistake. I started to feel like I should apologize.
The only people who were excited for me was my extended family, my close friends and David's mom and sister. They were over joyed to be bringing in a new member of the family AND teased me about trying to be the next Michelle Dugger (which I am NOT!)
On a side note, Michael's 1st birthday is coming up and the party is at our house. We need to do some major packing up and major moving in order to have room for everyone. David and I were planning on letting my mom take Michael so we could work. Trying to clean with a crawler/walker is dang near impossible. As soon as I put something up, he grabs something out. This is one of the many reasons my house looks like a cyclone has gone through it.
Now, my mom is all worried about me packing boxes. "You shouldn't do that in your condition, you need to take care of yourself and that baby." This actually made my day. My mom is now excited about my pregnancy. For a good while, I was afraid I wasn't going to share this with her because all I would hear would be about how hard my life will be. Now, maybe we can all focus on the huge positive, we are going to be welcoming a new member to our family!
I've been really bummed lately about my pregnancy. My first go around, everyone was so excited. My mom would gush over me, my dad would call to see how I was doing, and David would strut around with a big invisible sign that said, "I'm a Dad!"
This time, no one seemed to be excited, especially my parents. David was stunned (for good reason) and took a couple of days to warm up to the idea of being a newborn parent again. My mom and dad were just worried. All I would hear about is how poor we were going to be, how tired, how everything was going to change and not in a positive way. I felt like the people closest to me didn't want me to be pregnant and thought this pregnancy was a mistake. I started to feel like I should apologize.
The only people who were excited for me was my extended family, my close friends and David's mom and sister. They were over joyed to be bringing in a new member of the family AND teased me about trying to be the next Michelle Dugger (which I am NOT!)
On a side note, Michael's 1st birthday is coming up and the party is at our house. We need to do some major packing up and major moving in order to have room for everyone. David and I were planning on letting my mom take Michael so we could work. Trying to clean with a crawler/walker is dang near impossible. As soon as I put something up, he grabs something out. This is one of the many reasons my house looks like a cyclone has gone through it.
Now, my mom is all worried about me packing boxes. "You shouldn't do that in your condition, you need to take care of yourself and that baby." This actually made my day. My mom is now excited about my pregnancy. For a good while, I was afraid I wasn't going to share this with her because all I would hear would be about how hard my life will be. Now, maybe we can all focus on the huge positive, we are going to be welcoming a new member to our family!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
I have a big mouth
I'm getting addicted to writing down my daily thoughts and pretending people are reading them and caring. (Thanks for caring, Gina). I have a big mouth, a really big mouth, and I have really good news. The two are becoming a dangerous combination. As I have previously posted, miscarriage rates in early pregnancy are really high. Yet, I seem to be trucking along down this pregnancy without any issues so far.
So, do I start blabbing to the world yet?
I'm not sure. So far, I've been keeping it very hush hush with few friends and colleagues being informed. Every day, I end up telling one or two more people and I have to say to myself, "That's one more person you might have to tell you miscarried." I know that's a morbid thought, but it's honest. I'm very early in this, some people don't even realize they are pregnant at this point, and a lot of things can happen from now until September.
Still, I think I will let everyone of our family members know after Michael's first birthday party and all of my coworkers know after that. Small note, that's the first time I used my son's name. I was worried about security issues but several of my friends use their kids' names all the time and told me it is very safe so there you go. His name is Michael and he's about to be one year old!
So, do I start blabbing to the world yet?
I'm not sure. So far, I've been keeping it very hush hush with few friends and colleagues being informed. Every day, I end up telling one or two more people and I have to say to myself, "That's one more person you might have to tell you miscarried." I know that's a morbid thought, but it's honest. I'm very early in this, some people don't even realize they are pregnant at this point, and a lot of things can happen from now until September.
Still, I think I will let everyone of our family members know after Michael's first birthday party and all of my coworkers know after that. Small note, that's the first time I used my son's name. I was worried about security issues but several of my friends use their kids' names all the time and told me it is very safe so there you go. His name is Michael and he's about to be one year old!
But the only thing I'm allowed to eat is french fries!
So, I decided to get on the scale this morning. I know, I'm an idiot, but I decided to any way. Well, I'm sitting at 144 lbs, which is about 16 lbs less then when I was pregnant with Michael at this stage. Still, this is up 5 lbs from my weigh in 3 days ago. If I remember right, you are only suppose to gain 1-4 lbs during your 1st trimester, but most people gain that in the first couple weeks. That makes sense to me.
I admit that I need to eat better so I don't start looking like I'm 9 months when I'm really 5 weeks. I know that obesity and pregnancy are no bueno, so I start researching. Does anyone know how many things women are told they can't eat while pregnant?! This list is insanely long and possibly absurdly ridiculous. I have copied it down for your enjoyment.
I admit that I need to eat better so I don't start looking like I'm 9 months when I'm really 5 weeks. I know that obesity and pregnancy are no bueno, so I start researching. Does anyone know how many things women are told they can't eat while pregnant?! This list is insanely long and possibly absurdly ridiculous. I have copied it down for your enjoyment.
- Liver- no issue here, that's stuff is gross!
- Alcohol- I'm already off the sauce so this doesn't bug me at all.
- Raw Meat- which is being defined as undercooked as well. I don't eat a steak over Medium Rare and I love me some White Tuna Rolls. Guess I'm sticking with Chicken and Pork.
- Deli Meats including hot dogs unless heated- If I wanted a hot ham and cheese sandwich I'm good but I don't think that's on the menu in the cafeteria. No sandwich making for me.
- Speaking of Cheese- Soft cheeses- Okay, seriously?! Define soft cheese for me, because when you put "blue-veined" cheese on there I think your definition needs refining. I need cheese to ward off the morning sickness!
- Fish high in mercury including all types of Tuna- Now, I do remember this one and I remember how much I despised it. I'm suppose to get Omega 3 fatty acids but I can't eat most fish. Awesome. Oh and those of you who took those stupid Omega 3 fish oil pills, those make me burp gross fish smell so don't even suggest that.
- Raw Eggs- This one I was completely okay with until they mentioned Cesear Salad and Vinegarette dressings and Pasta Carbonara. Now I'm just pissed.
- Pre-Packaged Food- Avoid all pre-packaged foods, including frozen entrees. Umm, that's really all that I had left.
- Artificial Sweetners- That one officially ranks me because anything that doesn't have 110+ calories uses some type of artificial sweetner.
- Pineapple, Papaya, and Seaseme Seeds- Really?! I'm not even jusitfying that one.
- Eat Organic- Have you seen the price on organic?
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
My new favorite room, the bathroom
For anyone who has every been pregnant (except for my friend Wiley who is a freak of nature,) morning sickness is a joke. It is all day sickness. Don't kid yourself, you will wake up fine and dandy and then 10 minutes later you are rushing to the bathroom. Rinse and repeat.
So since this isn't my first pregnancy, I took my previous experiments and put them to good use. I eat. I eat all the time. I am literally shoving something down my throat every 10 minutes. This keeps the nausea fairy away and adds about 10 lbs to my rear end. This is a concern for me because I've lost about 15 lbs since before I got pregnant with my oldest son and I would like to maintain that weight. Still I don't want to puke all over my second period either.
I also drink enough water to drown a fish. This is both because I am thirsty and I got used to it when I was on bed rest. Dehydration leads to contraction (but not necessarily labor). Which leads to the second reason I love my bathroom, I have to pee. I have to pee all the time. I mean all the time. It has gotten so bad, the teacher across from the bathroom asked me if I was still teach in my classroom or did I move rooms to the bathroom. I kid you not! (He's a guy, he doesn't understand)
So why am I telling you all of my bodily functions? It is proof that I am indeed, still pregnant. I hate waiting until Feb 2nd to see my doctor. I want to know now. I want to see an ultrasound with a tiny sack and a little beating heart. Then I will feel confident that this is truly about to happen. I'm about to become a new mom for the second go around. I guess what I am saying is, I'm glad I have to pee and puke 24/7 because that means new mommyhood is just around the corner.
By the way, my baby is as big as an orange seed. He he
So since this isn't my first pregnancy, I took my previous experiments and put them to good use. I eat. I eat all the time. I am literally shoving something down my throat every 10 minutes. This keeps the nausea fairy away and adds about 10 lbs to my rear end. This is a concern for me because I've lost about 15 lbs since before I got pregnant with my oldest son and I would like to maintain that weight. Still I don't want to puke all over my second period either.
I also drink enough water to drown a fish. This is both because I am thirsty and I got used to it when I was on bed rest. Dehydration leads to contraction (but not necessarily labor). Which leads to the second reason I love my bathroom, I have to pee. I have to pee all the time. I mean all the time. It has gotten so bad, the teacher across from the bathroom asked me if I was still teach in my classroom or did I move rooms to the bathroom. I kid you not! (He's a guy, he doesn't understand)
So why am I telling you all of my bodily functions? It is proof that I am indeed, still pregnant. I hate waiting until Feb 2nd to see my doctor. I want to know now. I want to see an ultrasound with a tiny sack and a little beating heart. Then I will feel confident that this is truly about to happen. I'm about to become a new mom for the second go around. I guess what I am saying is, I'm glad I have to pee and puke 24/7 because that means new mommyhood is just around the corner.
By the way, my baby is as big as an orange seed. He he
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
To tell or not to tell, that is the question
Obviously if you are reading this blog, I told you I was pregnant. Yeah for you! I hate having to fight the "tell or don't tell" debate. From what I can tell, everyone who has had a miscarriage or in danger of miscarrying always tells me to wait until some magic number. All the other ladies who got pregnant and carried a full term baby tell me they would tell as soon as they got the happy + sign.
Truth be told, I'm not one for secrets. I despise secrets because it means someone is lying to you. I absolutely hate surprise parties for that reason. Yes, all of you are so excited that you got me, but I'm still upset because I thought you all forgot my birthday! Good secrets, the ones where someone has really awesome news, are the hardest ones to keep because I like to spread the joy. My friends know, don't tell Karin something you're not willing to tell others.
I decided to go to American Pregnancy Association for some medical advice. And I quote "Studies reveal that anywhere from 10-25% of all clinically recognized pregnancies will end in miscarriage." http://www.americanpregnancy.org/pregnancycomplications/miscarriage.html That was a real eye opener for me. Although the article goes on to say that 50-75% of miscarriages are chemical pregnancy (which I don't think I qualify as anymore,) that still means I have up to a 1 in 4 chance of losing this pregnancy. For every person I tell, that's one more person I will have to tell that I miscarried.
So I will cool it for now. Maybe. I know I can't wait until 13 weeks when I'm in the safe zone. We'll see.
Truth be told, I'm not one for secrets. I despise secrets because it means someone is lying to you. I absolutely hate surprise parties for that reason. Yes, all of you are so excited that you got me, but I'm still upset because I thought you all forgot my birthday! Good secrets, the ones where someone has really awesome news, are the hardest ones to keep because I like to spread the joy. My friends know, don't tell Karin something you're not willing to tell others.
I decided to go to American Pregnancy Association for some medical advice. And I quote "Studies reveal that anywhere from 10-25% of all clinically recognized pregnancies will end in miscarriage." http://www.americanpregnancy.org/pregnancycomplications/miscarriage.html That was a real eye opener for me. Although the article goes on to say that 50-75% of miscarriages are chemical pregnancy (which I don't think I qualify as anymore,) that still means I have up to a 1 in 4 chance of losing this pregnancy. For every person I tell, that's one more person I will have to tell that I miscarried.
So I will cool it for now. Maybe. I know I can't wait until 13 weeks when I'm in the safe zone. We'll see.
A reflection on my past and present craziness
To start with, I do not believe I am crazy. I hate it when people say, "Oh, that's Karin, she's crazy." Seriously, can't we work on a new term. How about eccentric? That sounds so much nicer to me.
Enough digression. So, how is this pregnancy different then my last? With my oldest son (I can't believe I just typed that in!), I took a pregnancy test the Friday before Father's Day. The fertility clinic requires a pregnancy test regardless if you had a period or not because fertility drugs can cause crazy bad mutations if you take them while pregnant. So I called up the fertility clinic and asked if I could come in early for my blood test. The nice nurse on the other end of the line tells me that the drugs I took could make a false positive and I need to wait until Monday, when I was scheduled. So at this point I freak out thinking I have a false positive pregnancy test. So what did I do? I proceeded to take TWO pregnancy tests EVERY DAY until my scheduled appointment on Monday. That's seven pregnancy tests. Yes, I know, crazy.
This time around, I took my first pregnancy test on Saturday night at around midnight. This was the old school kind that I think are really easy to misread although mine was really hard to misinterpret. Anyways, I go and get a few more pregnancy tests and take another one the next morning (Sunday). This one was digital which gave me a better feeling. Then for good measure, I took another one the next morning (Monday). Monday is the beautiful day when my doctor's office opens and I assume that I can come in for a blood test to confirm pregnancy. TRY AGAIN!
My doctor, who I love and would not change for anything, does not see pregnant patients until after they are seven weeks. NO!!! I can't wait seven weeks to confirm something a $2 pee stick confirmed. Yes, the digitals are more expensive but I got them on sale, stay focused here.
So now I have a dilemma. Do I take a pregnancy test every day to ease my mind or do I put on my big girl pants and wait it out? I'm waiting it out. Today, I did not take a pregnancy test, and I am very proud of myself. Still, every time I feel a little wet (*Boys/Men ask your girlfriend/ wife what I mean by wet if you want a full debriefing) I freak out thinking my period has just started. So far though, no period, just hungry and tired with a little bit of nausea for fun.
I probably will take one once a week though, still that's better than twice a day. :)
Enough digression. So, how is this pregnancy different then my last? With my oldest son (I can't believe I just typed that in!), I took a pregnancy test the Friday before Father's Day. The fertility clinic requires a pregnancy test regardless if you had a period or not because fertility drugs can cause crazy bad mutations if you take them while pregnant. So I called up the fertility clinic and asked if I could come in early for my blood test. The nice nurse on the other end of the line tells me that the drugs I took could make a false positive and I need to wait until Monday, when I was scheduled. So at this point I freak out thinking I have a false positive pregnancy test. So what did I do? I proceeded to take TWO pregnancy tests EVERY DAY until my scheduled appointment on Monday. That's seven pregnancy tests. Yes, I know, crazy.
This time around, I took my first pregnancy test on Saturday night at around midnight. This was the old school kind that I think are really easy to misread although mine was really hard to misinterpret. Anyways, I go and get a few more pregnancy tests and take another one the next morning (Sunday). This one was digital which gave me a better feeling. Then for good measure, I took another one the next morning (Monday). Monday is the beautiful day when my doctor's office opens and I assume that I can come in for a blood test to confirm pregnancy. TRY AGAIN!
My doctor, who I love and would not change for anything, does not see pregnant patients until after they are seven weeks. NO!!! I can't wait seven weeks to confirm something a $2 pee stick confirmed. Yes, the digitals are more expensive but I got them on sale, stay focused here.
So now I have a dilemma. Do I take a pregnancy test every day to ease my mind or do I put on my big girl pants and wait it out? I'm waiting it out. Today, I did not take a pregnancy test, and I am very proud of myself. Still, every time I feel a little wet (*Boys/Men ask your girlfriend/ wife what I mean by wet if you want a full debriefing) I freak out thinking my period has just started. So far though, no period, just hungry and tired with a little bit of nausea for fun.
I probably will take one once a week though, still that's better than twice a day. :)
The background...
*Warning! This blogger stinks at spelling and grammar. Read at your own editorial risk.*
So... let's start at the beginning so you can understand why this is entitled "The Surprise Pregnancy."
My husband David and I met in November of 2004 at church. I thought he was hot and smart and very cool to talk to. He also had an amazing singing voice. He didn't even notice me. Skip ahead to March of 2005 and David finally asked me out. We were a perfect match. We were engaged by July of 2005 but waited until July 7, 2007 (7-7-7) to say our vows at the church where we met. Skip ahead to July of 2008, I convinced my husband that we should try to start having a family. This is where it gets good.
No, not THAT kind of good. This is not a porn site, sicko!
We tried to get pregnant all of 2008 without any luck. In 2009, I knew we were going to get pregnant, so I studied Natural Family Planning, I bought a fertility monitor, and I set myself to the task of "make a baby." 2009 passed without any success. At this point, my husband and my relationship really started to feel the strain. Our sex life was now timed and we both felt like failures. How come I was pregnant yet? It didn't help that I taught middle school and saw 8th graders (yes 8th graders) pregnant every year.
Finally, my friend Gina suggested we try a different doctor. This doctor took one look at my labs and my history and said "we are going to the next step." The next step involved LOTS of tests. At the end of these tests, we found out we had "unexplained infertility." Remember that term, "unexplained infertility." The next step was a fertility doctor. We waited until May of 2010 to meet with him because I needed a break from all the drama. At this point, we have been trying to get pregnant for nearly two years. The doctor walked in and said, "We are going aggressive." So that month, I began fertility drugs and at the beginning of June, I had an IUI, intrauterine insemination. Right before Father's Day, I had a confirmed pregnancy. It was the best feeling in the world.
Of course my pregnancy was dramatic with pre-term labor, bed rest and preecampsia, but that's for another blog. On January 27, 2011, one month earlier than expected, I gave birth via c-section to a beautiful and healthy little boy. He is the apple of our eyes and completed a hole in our family. We were now a family. We love him so much. Skip ahead to November of 2011. My husband and I begin to talk about having another baby. We wanted a large family (3-5 kids depending when you ask us) and I was getting up there. Okay, I'm 29 but 35 is really not that far away when you think about it. We decided that the summer would be a great time to get pregnant, especially since we had a trip planned to South Dakota in July. Still, we knew about our fertility issues, so we were sure we needed help. Most fertility doctors wont see you for the second round unless you have tried for 6 months. So, David and I decided to try in December.
Okay, "try" is really not the word to use. We made love a couple of times around my fertile time. I have this fun app on my iPhone called iPeriod. It's awesome, it tracks all your periods, calculates possible fertile days, and even lets you know when to expect your next period based on your past history. It highlights fertile days in green, we missed these days.
In the mean time, my son is going to a blood clinic because he was extremely anemic, again another blog. We knew he had iron deficiency anemia, but he also has a blood disorder called Thalassemia minor. His case is not severe, most people go through their whole lives without knowing they have it, but severe cases cause early death. So David and I decided to stop trying until we knew our chances of having a child with Thalassemia major.
Skip ahead to January of 2012, I start noticing that I'm getting dizzy at work. Yuck. I notice that I feel sick. Yuck. I notice my period is 3 days late. Wait a minute.
Now, I know I have fertility problems, so before you all start going "Oh" at me, know this. I TRIED FOR TWO YEARS TO GET PREGNANT! Two years!
The weekend comes and I settle into a well spent time of playing with the baby. As I'm crawling after him on the floor to his utter delight, a wave of nausea hits me so bad I just curl up on the floor. I bang on the couch closest to me and my husband comes running over. He figures out I'm about to toss my cookies, so he runs for something to help me. After this rather embarrassing interlude, I look up at my husband and say "When do I take a pregnancy test?!"
Now, again, my husband and I have fertility problems.
At midnight, I'm still up and hanging out with my husband. I'm about to go to bed, but nature is calling as well. I decide to check if I have a pregnancy test in my cabinet. I have one and it's old school. It's the one that makes a + if you're pregnant and - if you're not. So I figure, just take it and go to bed. Now I have my fair share of pregnancy tests, so I know the score. I'm holding the pregnancy stick in my hand and watching the blue stain cross the circle. As I'm watching I notice the - start to show, but I also notice a | start to show up as well. I'm staring at it thinking, "Is this a light trick? Are my eyes seeing something that isn't there?" I keep staring and watch as the - begins to darken into a big old +. I run out of the bathroom yelling for David. He's still sitting in the chair, looking at me holding this pregnancy test. He asks, "what?" I yelled, "Come here." He saunters over, takes one look at that big old + sign and gives me a hug. What do I do? Put my shoes on and head over to the closest Walmart and buy me some digital tests. I want a test to say "pregnant" not "+".
Flash forward to January 9th. Three days and three pregnancy tests later, I have come to the realization that my son is going to be a big brother. I must pause here so I don't cry. Turns out "unexplained infertility," doesn't mean they don't know what's wrong, it means nothing is wrong. There was no reason David and I couldn't get pregnant, so there is no reason why we couldn't get pregnant again. After two years of trying and fertility treatments with my son, I get pregnant on the first try with the next one.
So... let's start at the beginning so you can understand why this is entitled "The Surprise Pregnancy."
My husband David and I met in November of 2004 at church. I thought he was hot and smart and very cool to talk to. He also had an amazing singing voice. He didn't even notice me. Skip ahead to March of 2005 and David finally asked me out. We were a perfect match. We were engaged by July of 2005 but waited until July 7, 2007 (7-7-7) to say our vows at the church where we met. Skip ahead to July of 2008, I convinced my husband that we should try to start having a family. This is where it gets good.
No, not THAT kind of good. This is not a porn site, sicko!
We tried to get pregnant all of 2008 without any luck. In 2009, I knew we were going to get pregnant, so I studied Natural Family Planning, I bought a fertility monitor, and I set myself to the task of "make a baby." 2009 passed without any success. At this point, my husband and my relationship really started to feel the strain. Our sex life was now timed and we both felt like failures. How come I was pregnant yet? It didn't help that I taught middle school and saw 8th graders (yes 8th graders) pregnant every year.
Finally, my friend Gina suggested we try a different doctor. This doctor took one look at my labs and my history and said "we are going to the next step." The next step involved LOTS of tests. At the end of these tests, we found out we had "unexplained infertility." Remember that term, "unexplained infertility." The next step was a fertility doctor. We waited until May of 2010 to meet with him because I needed a break from all the drama. At this point, we have been trying to get pregnant for nearly two years. The doctor walked in and said, "We are going aggressive." So that month, I began fertility drugs and at the beginning of June, I had an IUI, intrauterine insemination. Right before Father's Day, I had a confirmed pregnancy. It was the best feeling in the world.
Of course my pregnancy was dramatic with pre-term labor, bed rest and preecampsia, but that's for another blog. On January 27, 2011, one month earlier than expected, I gave birth via c-section to a beautiful and healthy little boy. He is the apple of our eyes and completed a hole in our family. We were now a family. We love him so much. Skip ahead to November of 2011. My husband and I begin to talk about having another baby. We wanted a large family (3-5 kids depending when you ask us) and I was getting up there. Okay, I'm 29 but 35 is really not that far away when you think about it. We decided that the summer would be a great time to get pregnant, especially since we had a trip planned to South Dakota in July. Still, we knew about our fertility issues, so we were sure we needed help. Most fertility doctors wont see you for the second round unless you have tried for 6 months. So, David and I decided to try in December.
Okay, "try" is really not the word to use. We made love a couple of times around my fertile time. I have this fun app on my iPhone called iPeriod. It's awesome, it tracks all your periods, calculates possible fertile days, and even lets you know when to expect your next period based on your past history. It highlights fertile days in green, we missed these days.
In the mean time, my son is going to a blood clinic because he was extremely anemic, again another blog. We knew he had iron deficiency anemia, but he also has a blood disorder called Thalassemia minor. His case is not severe, most people go through their whole lives without knowing they have it, but severe cases cause early death. So David and I decided to stop trying until we knew our chances of having a child with Thalassemia major.
Skip ahead to January of 2012, I start noticing that I'm getting dizzy at work. Yuck. I notice that I feel sick. Yuck. I notice my period is 3 days late. Wait a minute.
Now, I know I have fertility problems, so before you all start going "Oh" at me, know this. I TRIED FOR TWO YEARS TO GET PREGNANT! Two years!
The weekend comes and I settle into a well spent time of playing with the baby. As I'm crawling after him on the floor to his utter delight, a wave of nausea hits me so bad I just curl up on the floor. I bang on the couch closest to me and my husband comes running over. He figures out I'm about to toss my cookies, so he runs for something to help me. After this rather embarrassing interlude, I look up at my husband and say "When do I take a pregnancy test?!"
Now, again, my husband and I have fertility problems.
At midnight, I'm still up and hanging out with my husband. I'm about to go to bed, but nature is calling as well. I decide to check if I have a pregnancy test in my cabinet. I have one and it's old school. It's the one that makes a + if you're pregnant and - if you're not. So I figure, just take it and go to bed. Now I have my fair share of pregnancy tests, so I know the score. I'm holding the pregnancy stick in my hand and watching the blue stain cross the circle. As I'm watching I notice the - start to show, but I also notice a | start to show up as well. I'm staring at it thinking, "Is this a light trick? Are my eyes seeing something that isn't there?" I keep staring and watch as the - begins to darken into a big old +. I run out of the bathroom yelling for David. He's still sitting in the chair, looking at me holding this pregnancy test. He asks, "what?" I yelled, "Come here." He saunters over, takes one look at that big old + sign and gives me a hug. What do I do? Put my shoes on and head over to the closest Walmart and buy me some digital tests. I want a test to say "pregnant" not "+".
Flash forward to January 9th. Three days and three pregnancy tests later, I have come to the realization that my son is going to be a big brother. I must pause here so I don't cry. Turns out "unexplained infertility," doesn't mean they don't know what's wrong, it means nothing is wrong. There was no reason David and I couldn't get pregnant, so there is no reason why we couldn't get pregnant again. After two years of trying and fertility treatments with my son, I get pregnant on the first try with the next one.
Surprise, it's a new Busby!
Due September 13, 2012
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