It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, just wanted to give a quick update. I’m now 12 weeks and 2 days. We’ve had several check-ups with my ob/gyn, everything looking good so far. Pregnancy symptoms have been awful some days, some days I’m fine. Anything for this precious little one.
My pup has been extra clingy, always on my belly and protecting me from anything and anybody – including my husband! So precious!
To those following my blog who are still waiting – baby dust to you! Bumping my belly with yours (I did this with my intern when she was pregnant – I know, crazy, but will do anything)!
Here is our precious little one at 10w4d…
My dear husband and I have been trying to conceive. Because I’m 36, we were advised to seek fertility help. We started seeing a Reproductive Endocrinologist (RE) in July and have been following advice on this baby journey since. I’ve also been going to the acupuncturist to help with this process.
A few days before our IUI, I had one mature follice (18) and two medium ones (15 and 14). We did the IUI on October 20th. And then the two week wait began.
Last week, I started feeling odd, vivid dreams, hot flashes, bad cold. I was told to do a beta HCG on Nov 1, but I didn’t. I continued to wait. HPTs were negative. Then, finally went in on Nov 3.
Fertility nurse called on Nov 4 – we were pregnant! Tears! Kisses!
And then the baby was gone. I know it wasn’t a baby yet, but for me, it was. Chemical pregnancy is what the doctor said.
Tears… I was a mom for a day.
I never thought I’d want kids of my own. Sure, I love kids – but I love them more when I’m able to return them to their ‘owner’. I’m good at taking care of my godchildren and nieces/nephews; but at the end of the day, I’m thankful for the peace and solitude and even more thankful that I can sleep in after a tiring day.
Then I got married. My husband and I – we both didn’t want children before we got married. And then something happened. I don’t know if it’s my biological clock ticking or seeing my husband’s longing face while we were watching the Jason Bateman/Jennifer Aniston movie The Switch or something else. Suddenly, I want to have a child with the man I love. And even more suprisingly, my husband said yes – he even already had a name for our yet-to-be-conceived child.
So, I stopped wearing the patch and we tried timing our BDing. Nothing. Ever the paranoid and impatient one, I emailed my attending ob-gyn and asked if maybe I should be checked. We were advised to wait 6 months until the side effects of the patch have worn off. So, I waited. Month after month. On the very first day of the 6th month, I sent another email, this time, as a 36 year old woman. I received a reply from the subsitute ob-gyn that since I’m already 36 years old, she’ll refer me to the fertility clinic.
And so begins our TTC journey…