7 weeks 5 days

We are pregnant! We did another round of IUI in June and it was successful!

On my last post, I said I was tired and would be taking a break from fertility treatments, and we did. We took a break for three months. On the last few weeks of May, I told my husband that I think I was ready to go for another round in June and so I emailed my RE.

My period started June 1st, we did our ultrasound, Letrozole, another ultrasound to confirm a mature follicle was there, hcg shot, and IUI. And then the two week wait…

Unlike our past rounds of treatment, I was less stressed about this one, if it's successful – great; if not – try again. Towards the end of the two-week-wait, my husband and I went on a little vacation for four days and just enjoyed Mother Nature. On the last day of our trip (day 13 of the wait), I noticed some red/pink spots when I wiped, so I told my husband, uh oh, period is starting. He just said, just think positive.

When we arrived home, I bought two boxes of HPTs (yes, I'm OCD like that), since I'm supposed to test the following day. I didn't think too much of it, just did the usual stuff the rest of the day. When my husband left for work that night, I felt the urge to pee on a stick, even though I knew that it might be too early. I told myself, if it's negative, you're not supposed to test until tomorrow anyway. Lol.

So, peed on a stick, set it down on the floor. And then voila! It was positive! BFP! I never thought I'd say that but yes! Took a picture and immediately sent it to my husband. I told him that if it's still positive tomorrow, I'll inform our RE and then go to the lab.

Morning came… still positive!!! We are pregnant! Again! We have our rainbow baby! (Okay technically not a baby yet, but whatever). We are so happy and blessed!


So much love

We recently got a puppy from our friend. She’s the cutest pup there is, so cute and sweet! Look at her! 

I feel like I have a toddler following me all the time. She loves to snuggle and loves to squeeze in between the hubs and me in bed. 

I can almost imagine having a real child, our real human baby. If I can love a pup this much, what more my very own child. My heart is bursting with love, I hope it becomes a reality soon.

Time to get rid of honeymoon weight

When my husband and I were still dating, I was quite active – I went to Pilates class about 4 times a week; ran/walked for 1-2 miles at least once a day; and ate healthily (organic, low carb/high protein). 

And then he moved to the US to be with me. Ha!

I remember one conversation we had before sleeping. I told him that research shows that newly-wed couples tend to gain weight because they’re happy. He asked me: ‘So does that mean you’re very happy?’ LOL! But his question was also a wake-up call. In the almost two years we’ve lived together, I gained 25 lbs! Yikes!

When we had our initial fertility consult, the ob-gyn asked me if I exercise and how often. Of course, I came clean. She explained the importance of exercising both for me and the future baby (crossing my fingers!). She said that exercise helps with PCOS and also decreases the risk for gestational diabetes. The hubby just gave me a look – I understood that look.

So last week, we started working out together. The workout entails 40-50 mins of weights and total body exercise, 6 days a week. We push each other, we encourage each other, we’re bonding.

I’ve lost 5 lbs so far. πŸ™‚

Tests and blood – ugh

Since receiving a referral to the fertility specialists, my husband and I (mostly I) have been undergoing numerous lab work. If you know me, you’d know that blood and yours truly don’t mix. That’s quite ironic because my mom is a physician and I’m married to one -karma maybe? Hehe.

Anyway, so aside from my immense fear of blood and needles, my veins are very hard to palpate. My initial blood work required 13 – THIRTEEN!!! – test tubes worth of blood. The lab lady, bless her heart – tried three times to get a vein on my left arm to no avail. I looked like an embroidery project. She then shifted to my right arm and went in again – FAIL! She explained that she needed to pass me on to her colleague, and fearing that my right arm might look like my left, I said please. 

The new lab person did a double torniquet just to make a vein pop out. When he finally found one (a tiny one on the outer side), I asked, would you be able to get enough sample? He said, ‘we’ll try’. Oh boy.

So there I was, close to fainting, also praying that my vein would not collapse and give 13 test tubes worth of blood sample. On the 9th or 10th tube (I lost count, I was pinching myself to keep awake), the blood flow started to slow down. Teasing teasing slooooow. 11, 12, 13!!! My vein made it! We did it! Even the lab guy looked relieved. Whew! 

Waiting game begins…again.