I can't even believe I'm writing this post. I have shared my story of infertility here, here, here, here, and here.
I have talked about how we tried to have a second child. We tried for 7 years to have another child and finally when we decided we were complete as a family of 3 we were at peace. Then all hell broke loose over the past year with us moving several times and finally landing in a one bedroom apartment as a temporary solution. We've just been relaxing and trying to get back into a normal routine for us.
I have PCOS, as you know from all the posts about my struggle with infertility. Because of the PCOS, I have extremely irregular cycles. For the last several months, my cycles evened out and I was averaging a cycle length of 33-35 days. That's really REALLY good for me. I have been known to have 90-160 day cycles. This cycle has been weird though. I always get breast tenderness, PMS, breakouts, and nausea a few days before I am to start. A few days before I should have started, I noticed I was having these symptoms, but I was also having extreme exhaustion, food aversion and absolutely no sign of my period anywhere in sight. Normally when I will have a longer cycle, the pre-period symptoms will go away if I don't start when I should and instead, mine got worse. Finally I was 13 days 'late' and talking with a few friends. All of them kept telling me, you need to test! I refused and said no, I have a doctor's appointment already scheduled to get an ablation, if I'm still having symptoms I will have them do a test.
2 days before my dr appt, I was texting with one of my girlfriends and she kept pestering me to test. Finally I just said ok, fine. I went and peed on the stick and wouldn't you know it. Before it even spread across the whole stick, it was positive.
Holy crap. Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me?! I stared in the mirror and started to hyperventilate. I started shaking so bad I couldn't even stand. I started bawling. I couldn't even believe it. Sean had taken Hannah to the pool and I had to tell him, I grabbed the car keys and drove over to the pool. When he saw me get out of the car he thought someone had died. When I finally got in the gate and over to where he was, I flashed him the test and he just stared at it and then at me. He got out of the pool and hugged me and told me he loved me to which I replied 'shut your whore mouth' 'what in the hell'. We told Hannah and she was just as shocked as we are. She is excited and nervous, which I think is a good description of how all of us feel.
Clearly, there was a good reason for my exhaustion, food aversion, extreme nausea and all the other symptoms I've been having. We took that afternoon/evening to let it sink in a bit. We did the due date calculator and figured out that I was almost 7 weeks along and decided to tell our families and friends. They have been through all of our struggles with us and I just felt like they all had a right to know and share in the shock ;)
I can't even tell you how many of our friends and family thought it was a joke, but we assured them, we are not kidding. We have had so many congratulations and well wishes for a healthy pregnancy, everyone is so excited and happy. There have been tears, jumping for joy, tackling, disbelief, and huge smiles.
I kept my drs appt but called and let them know I was changing the reason for my visit so they were prepared. My doctor walked in the door and looked at me and said in a surprised voice, 'Christine?!'. I looked back at her and said, I know. I can't even believe this. She confirmed everything including my due date, sent me for blood work and an ultrasound due to my 'advanced maternal age' of almost 37. The doctor who performed the ultrasound again confirmed that there is indeed a baby and that my due date is right on. Baby is perfectly on track size-wise and we saw the heart beating. Couldn't find it on the doppler yet, but the doctor was pleased with everything and said he's not worried about the doppler at this point. He sent me back over to my ob with pictures of the baby and she said we will do another ultrasound at my next appt in 5 weeks.
I still can't believe it. I have been sleeping a ton, I am sick as a dog. I am already having cravings.
All the old wives tales are predicting it will be a boy. All of my feelings say it will be a boy. Everyone who knows has also said they think it will be a boy, so we shall see. I think it will take a little longer for it to really sink in that this is indeed happening, but until then I'm just resting and relaxing and trying to soak everything in. I'm letting myself feel what I feel and slowly adjusting to thought of going through the entire newborn through toddler into school age all over again...God help me...lol