Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
{A Post I Didn't See Coming}
I honestly didn't think I would be posting this post. The post that I am pregnant. Yes, you ready that correctly! A once infertile has conceived with very minimal help. For many of you who know me, you know that I have PCOS and it took us almost a year to conceive Luke. It was a long, emotional year that still stings when thinking about it. We thought we would have to work hard again...fight for another pregnancy. Well, things worked about a bit differently this time...
Rewind 7 weeks. I actually went to the doctor in early April to discuss options and when to start medication to start planning for a second child. I explained that we wanted to start later this summer and that I wanted to be prepared and have all my prescriptions ready to go. We were thinking we could start trying in July or August and hopefully be pregant by the end of the fall. The nurse practioner was so understanding and we made a plan that I felt great about. And just for kicks, she decided to test to see if I ovulated that month. I thought that was a great idea since I hadn't ovulated since Luke was born, but recently I had been on Metformin to control some PCOS symptoms and I actually had two cycles. I didn't think I had ovulated, but I wasn't really sure. Needless to say, she called the next week and told me the good news...from the looks of my progesterone level, I did ovulate. I was elated! Would I not have to go through the hoops this time?
Fast forward to the next day. I was meeting my sister for lunch and had about 10 minutes before I had to leave. Just for kicks because I had 10 minutes to kill, I decided to take a pregnancy test. I seriously thought there was ZERO chance. Three minutes later, I see the plus sign. I was pregnant! I actually was already pregnant when I went to that appointment a few weeks prior. It seemed a bit unreal. I am 10 weeks along and my due date is December 25th. Yup, we are going to have ourselves a little Christmas blessing!
So now for a few truths.
My first initial feeling when finding out I was pregnant was guilt. I felt so guilty that this was coming earlier than expected and that Luke was going to have to share his mom and dad at a much earlier age than we thought. I know it is silly to think, but I would just look at him and cry (hormonal?) and want to say "sorry" over and over again. And then I realized that we are giving Luke the greatest gift...a sibling.
Second truth.
I am currently having major anxiety. I have had the fears of "can I do this with another child that is still so young?" and "what if this one doesn't sleep for the first 10 1/2 months like Luke?" and "will I be able to give both children what they need?". There are many more questions running through my mind on a given day, but I have decided to take it one day at a time and enjoy this process. I am sure some days are going to be hard, but the good ones are going to make up for it.
Final truth.
I am happy beyond belief.
Rewind 7 weeks. I actually went to the doctor in early April to discuss options and when to start medication to start planning for a second child. I explained that we wanted to start later this summer and that I wanted to be prepared and have all my prescriptions ready to go. We were thinking we could start trying in July or August and hopefully be pregant by the end of the fall. The nurse practioner was so understanding and we made a plan that I felt great about. And just for kicks, she decided to test to see if I ovulated that month. I thought that was a great idea since I hadn't ovulated since Luke was born, but recently I had been on Metformin to control some PCOS symptoms and I actually had two cycles. I didn't think I had ovulated, but I wasn't really sure. Needless to say, she called the next week and told me the good news...from the looks of my progesterone level, I did ovulate. I was elated! Would I not have to go through the hoops this time?
Fast forward to the next day. I was meeting my sister for lunch and had about 10 minutes before I had to leave. Just for kicks because I had 10 minutes to kill, I decided to take a pregnancy test. I seriously thought there was ZERO chance. Three minutes later, I see the plus sign. I was pregnant! I actually was already pregnant when I went to that appointment a few weeks prior. It seemed a bit unreal. I am 10 weeks along and my due date is December 25th. Yup, we are going to have ourselves a little Christmas blessing!
So now for a few truths.
My first initial feeling when finding out I was pregnant was guilt. I felt so guilty that this was coming earlier than expected and that Luke was going to have to share his mom and dad at a much earlier age than we thought. I know it is silly to think, but I would just look at him and cry (hormonal?) and want to say "sorry" over and over again. And then I realized that we are giving Luke the greatest gift...a sibling.
Second truth.
I am currently having major anxiety. I have had the fears of "can I do this with another child that is still so young?" and "what if this one doesn't sleep for the first 10 1/2 months like Luke?" and "will I be able to give both children what they need?". There are many more questions running through my mind on a given day, but I have decided to take it one day at a time and enjoy this process. I am sure some days are going to be hard, but the good ones are going to make up for it.
Final truth.
I am happy beyond belief.
Monday, May 16, 2011
{Adventures in Eating}
Spaghetti is da bomb! I mean, the boy goes through bowls and bowls of this stuff!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
{MIA}
I have been a bit MIA this week. However, I have learned a few things this week:
- However excited you are about the summer and busting our your white pants, you can't wear them when you have a toddler or you will end up stain-treating them to the death
- Anything you give your toddler WILL end up in the toilet
- Having your child bit by a misquito right in the middle of his forehead will make him look like a little hindu man
- When your dog drags your toddler across the room because she is winning their tug-of-war game and your son looks at you with "help me" eyes, you can chuckle before helping him
- Toddler utensils are the end of all nice clothing
- Finding a piece of spaghetti in your bra when changing for bed is a part of motherhood...I think
- It is okay to get grossed out when your husband tells you your son's diaper that morning looked like dog food (but then smile a little because you didn't have to change it)
- Snot bubbles no longer gross you out for some weird reason
- Toddlers seem to like Sonic cherry limeades...so much that they will whine the whole time you are drinking it because you gave in and gave them a sip and somehow that sweet simple pleasure is no longer sweet or simple
- Elmo saves the day...EVERY DAY
- When your child learns how to blow a kiss to you, it can make it all worth it :)
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