It’s True! We’re Preggers!

Ok, well, believe it or not, I had NO IDEA when I wrote that last post that this post would be my official blog entry on getting PREGNANT! Brad and I are extremely shocked, excited, scared and amazed that this post is being written at all. But, two ultrasounds later, I finally felt it ok to announce on Facebook yesterday (apparently that’s a thing now…once it’s been Facebook’d it’s official!), and so of course, now for the long version of “we’re pregnant.”;)

So, where to begin? I guess I could start by saying that Brad and I were actually NOT trying to get pregnant when this all went down. With him being in Abilene until the end of the year, we had both agreed to wait until the fall to even start trying, thinking that I would have to go back on fertility meds, doing all that timing, standing on my head, etc. So when I say we’re shocked, we’re shocked! We spent this year trying to focus on other things – Brad on school, me on losing weight etc.

Apparently weight loss was really good for my body…so much so that my ovaries decided to give PCOS the big finger and start dropping eggs!

Everyone always would tell me “it will happen when you stop trying.” Personally I had wanted to strangle those people – my body was NOT working, so just waiting for things to happen did not seem like an option to me. Now here I sit. And here’s how it went down (there might be some boring technical info in there, but I wanted to record it for me):

In the month of May I did actually test for ovulation. I knew that losing weight COULD make you ovulate on your own, and so I wanted to keep track so I’d be able to know where we stood when we decided to do fertility procedures again. According to all my tests I never ovulated in the month of May. But I was apparently very wrong, lol.

Actually what appears to have happened was that I ovulated very late in the month. Where most “normal” ladies ovulate about 14 days into a cycle, looks like I was pushing 30 or 40 days. So late in fact, that I started to take Provera to start a new cycle. My doctor thinks in fact taking the Provera may have induced ovulation.

(I hear you, shutting up with all the technical crap. I even promise pictures here in a moment!…

So, suffice to say after taking the Provera…nothing happened. I had no inkling that I might be pregnant, but that perhaps the Provera was just taking a long time to get things going. For some reason though on a random Tuesday (June 7th to be exact) I figured…”you know, I’ll just test for fun.” I even forgot that I had planned to test until that evening, right before Jeff (my bro) and I were supposed to go out to dinner. Brad’s in Abilene at this point.

I took the test and remember it actually fell over face down on the counter. I was all pissy about that because…well, it’s got pee on it…and was pretty grumbly when I turned it back over, not 10 seconds after starting it. And oh-my-gosh was there a line there??

I immediately took a second test, and was shocked beyond belief when this was staring back up at me:

How did this happen?!

And of course, not to trust one test, I took a few more over the days:

Ok, maybe those first 50 tests weren't wrong...

(FMU = First Morning Urine – sorry, I’ve spent WAY too many years trying to have a baby here.)

The next morning (the 8th), I took my butt to the doctor to have blood drawn. I won’t go in to all the ins and outs Beta number testing, but between the 8th and the 10th I bit my nails waiting on the results that did confirm that I had a pregnancy that seemed to be viable.

Between that time I told two people (thank you Christi and Todd!), because I couldn’t hold it in! The crazy thing is that I was able to hold this news from Brad until Friday. Through the years I had always imagined telling him myself with some sort of surprise, the last time we got pregnant though he was in the room when I tested. With him in Abilene I actually somehow managed to not tell him on the phone and wait for him to get in that Friday afternoon. I was insanely girly, and gave him a present with Daddy goodies in it:

Surprise!

He was as shocked as I was…I think “how??” was asked more than once. As soon as I told him that I’d gotten good results on the betas we were both cautiously…scared out of our minds.

It seemed like the longest wait ever to get a first u/s. Brad and I told hardly anyone what was going on, just because we didn’t want to have to go back through and un-tell everyone in the world like we did last time. We finally had our first appointment on 6/24. I was almost shocked to actually see something in there…I guess more than half of me was expecting another empty sac.

Hi! I'm here, and I have a heartbeat!

Once we saw that and saw a tiny little flickering heartbeat we breathed our first sigh of relief. We told some friends, some family. But I guess for some reason we wanted to wait until our second u/s before going full public with it. I was measuring exactly 6 weeks at the ultrasound, which made what I thought might be a late January baby (remember I had NO IDEA when I ovulated) into a mid-February baby.

February 17, 2012 is the current eviction due date.

Enter in my good friend nausea – lots and lots and lots of it. I suppose I am lucky, I’ve only thrown up twice, but yeah, not so fun. I think it’s finally on it’s way out, but I’m knocking on 3 wood surfaces right now because I don’t want it back!

3.5 weeks of nausea later…and a reveal to the rest of my co-workers who were starting to wonder why I suddenly didn’t want to drink beer…I finally got my second ultrasound:

Hello! I've grown a bit!

Once again I think I was shocked. Lol, I guess it’s taken 2 months and 2 ultrasounds for me to believe that something is actually going on in there. The sono technician said that that’s where the head and feet are…but I’m just seeing blobs right now.

But I’m good with blobs.

Anyway, here I am – I’m preggo! I guess this means no more excuses for not keeping up with the blog.