Reese Party of 5. Expected to pop. Our family is growing by two feet. Baby on board. There’s a bun in the oven. Napping for two. And every other cheesy announcement line you can think of! I don’t care if I’m about to annoy the crap out of everyone with my Facebook oversharing because…. WE’RE HAVING A BABY! A real life, screaming, needy, pooping, drooling, precious little bundle of joy!
I guess I should back up a little. We had a very disappointing February. Our first IUI attempt failed. You can read about it here. I had so much hope in that magician. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to try again the next month, but like Ferris Bueller said, “Life moves pretty fast.” So we decided to go full steam ahead with round 2 in March. I did everything I could to better prepare my body. Cut out soda, coffee, wine… basically all of my favorite things in life. I did acupuncture to “relax”. Although I’m still not sure how anyone can find being stuck with needles all over your body relaxing. I’m assuming those people have never drank a bottle of Moscato while watching anything on Bravo. Throw in some raw cookie dough and I’m basically in a full on state of zen. But I figured I should try to mentally prepare my mind and body for what might happen. I was positive. Not hopeful because that got me nowhere on round 1, but I was positive.
I got my positive ovulation test on Sunday, March 13th and woke up bright and early to get to the Doc’s office to “do the deed” on Monday the 14th. Everything was just the same as round one. Nathan gave his sample, then an hour later all of his best swimmers were placed right where they needed to be in my uterus. We left. I cried. Then I prayed. Then I cried again. I wasn’t sure if I could take another failure. And just like the first round, we didn’t tell anyone. If this round was a success I desperately wanted to be able to surprise our parents with the news of another grand baby on the way. So after round two, I had blood work a week later and my levels were great! They were at a 42.4 (only a 5.2 on the first round) on the increased dosage of clomid. So we were certain that I had ovulated and just praying that we timed the procedure right. A week after that on Monday, March 28th, I could have taken a pregnancy test. Nathan and I woke up for work and I told him I wasn’t ready to take it yet. I still had a couple of more days until my expected period and I didn’t think I could handle seeing “not pregnant” once again. So I waited and Nathan was so supportive. Then Tuesday morning came. I still wasn’t ready. Tuesday after work Nathan said, “We really need to take the test so you can call your doctor.” I agreed, but told him he’d have to be the one to read the results. So I peed on that magic stick that has had so much control over our life for the past year and a half, and then we waited the longest 3 minutes of my life. Nathan read them (yes, them. I took a few). I don’t even remember how it happened exactly. I just remember he made a joke then said, no I’m just kidding it says you’re pregnant. He hugged me and we fell on the bed and cried. The feeling in that moment is something I’ll never forget.
So here we are, back to present time. So much has happened in between that day and today and I’m sure you don’t care about all the details of every doctor appointment so far. The important part is that announcement day is finally here. I’m a little over 11 weeks and baby is healthy and measuring right on track. I’ve been waiting my whole life to say these words, “I’m Pregnant!” I simply cannot thank you all enough for being a part of our journey. The encouragement, shoulders to cry on, prayers and wine have been what has gotten me through. I’m so thankful for each and every one of you who has followed along while I blog my inappropriate, hormone induced and sometimes potty-mouthed stories. If you pray, I hope you’ll substitute your prayers for me for other women who struggle with infertility. It’s a battle that no woman should have to fight.