Home About Me Awards Favorite Blogs Momformation Favorite Adventures

The Birds and the Bees

It is no secret that we used fertility to conceive Fussypants and we were blessed to be able to get pregnant with the IUI process which is a more simple procedure than IVF. It is also no secret that we’d been trying to get pregnant again basically since I was cleared at my 6 week postpartum visit to have the sex-o but with less sense of urgency as we were enjoying being first time parents.

But jump to almost 3 years later, when I’m about to be 39 and still no pregnancy, having another child, a sibling for our son, started to feel a little more urgent. So around June of this year I pushed hunky hubby to go back to our fertility doctor. He fought it then reluctantly agreed and our first visit was in July. A few tests later and me getting on a regular exercise routine, we were ready to start the clomid in order to prepare for the IUI. This was late August, and the IUI was to take place in early September.

Clomid makes me a little nuts. Some women get one or two side-effects but I seem to get them all. Hot flashes, headache, manic mood swings from hysterically happy to hysterically irritable and hysterically sad and so so so weepy. But I survived it.

The week before Labor Day weekend, when it was anticipated that we’d do the IUI, the Station Fire broke out. Each day I expected hubby to get recalled but he didn’t. I still held my breath. Two days before we were to do the IUI he was recalled. I panicked. I felt like I was losing out on several precious eggs (Clomid makes your body mature your eggs and often produce more than one per that cycle. With Fussypants I had three, this time I had four) and our chance for a baby. So at 4:30 in the morning the day hubby was off to work (and we had no idea when he’d be back) I begged him to leave me a swimmer sample so I could take it in to freeze for when I ovulated. He declined. We fought. I was miserable and cried for three days.

Looking back on it now, I understand where he was coming from but at the time I was overwhelmed with emotion and fertility drugs and it really sucked. The worst part about it was that the person I wanted to turn to for comfort was my husband but I couldn’t talk to him about it because he was at work. I missed him. And nobody really knew we were doing the IUI, so I felt alone. And I couldn’t go crawl into bed and weep because I had to be an adult, I had to care for Fussypants (who had a touch of a stomach bug on top of it all so I was also cleaning up baby barf) and I had several meetings that I couldn’t miss at work.

Hubby was released on Saturday the 5th, the same day we had planned on having our annual party for the Orange International Street Fair. Doing the IUI was out, we had several people coming over for the party and my birthday was in 5 days so we did like Scarlett O’hara and decided to “think about it tomorrow”. The party was fun, cocktails were flowing, we had a really good time at the street fair and when we got home, we decided that we still liked each other after all and bowchickabowbow.

A day before I was suppose to start my period I had a play date at my house for my mom’s group and just felt really really ill. Oddly ill, like my heart was beating really fast and I wanted to puke. So I took a pregnancy test (they come two in a pack and I had one left over from when I was pregnant with Fussypants) and it was positive. I was shocked. Really, really, really shocked. Burst into tears of joy shocked. Hubby was at a bar drinking with our friends. I was suppose to meet them out but didn’t have a babysitter and Fussypants didn’t wake up from his nap in time for me to take him to his Godmother’s house. I didn’t want to tell him over the phone and the more I thought about it, I started to not believe the HPT, I kept thinking that the fertility drugs was causing a false positive.

But then I didn’t get my period. So I took another test. And got the same result. I called our doctor and they had me come in for a blood test, which confirmed that we were in fact pregnant. At this point I still hadn’t said anything to anyone because I wanted to be 100% sure and hubby had gone on an overnight fishing trip to Mexico. When I tried to call him all I got was that weird ringing tone.

The same day the blood test confirmed I was pregnant, a funny thing happened when I picked up Fussypants from school. All the kids in his class were playing in the yard and as I walked in he yelled, “Mommy, you are going to have a baby”. It was a statement not a question. And it caught me off guard but I played it off and said, “maybe some day”. Turned out that one of his friends had just been picked up and her mommy had brought her brand new baby sister that day and all the kids got to look at the baby so I think babies were just on his mind. But it was oddly comforting, in a way.

Then, a week after finding out, I had lunch with my dear friends Colleen and Nancy. Colleen and I shared similar fertility trials and she knew that we were planning on doing the IUI so she asked me how it was going. When I told them I was pregnant, Colleen said “I knew it! I told you that you’d be getting pregnant when I was having the baby!” Colleen was due at the end of September but had her son on the 7th, and I know I got pregnant sometime between the 5th and the 7th, so she might be a little psychic. That was comforting too. Like it was meant to be.

I’ve said it before and I believe it. God works in miraculous and mysterious ways. I don’t know why, after all the years having trouble conceiving, it happened this way but I feel blessed every day to have a husband and child that I love, who bring me such joy and to be building our family together.

We are still taking it one day at a time, and so far, so good. Our next ultrasound is 12/21. I’ll appreciate it if you keep us (me and baby2bee) in your prayers.

Health and happiness to all.

gingerbreadmama

Comments

  1. yipee! that is a great story and yes God does work in mysterious ways…and in your case perfect timing!! congrats again…you and baby are in my thoughts!

  2. So happy for you!! Thanks for sharing the whole story. I agree with on two counts… 1) the universe does work in mysterious ways. 2) I think you're right, Colleen might be a little psychic. SHe predicted my pregnancy too and is the reason I took the pregnancy test with LMW. Too funny. Your well being and baby to bee's are definitely on my mind! :)

  3. Yay!

Speak Your Mind

*