Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thought I would share this.
In Praise of Telling Too Soon
By Katie Silberman
That thing they warn you about: it happened to me. I got pregnant. I was thrilled. I told a bunch of family and friends—and then I lost the baby in my second month. I had to untell a whole lot of people. That story was swirling around in my head. You know the one. The one "They" always say about how you're "not supposed to tell people too soon." I always hated that one. I hated it when my sister would whisper that her friends were pregnant, and then warn me, "...they're not telling people yet." It seemed so negative and scardey-cat to me. I always swore that when I got pregnant, I'd tell the whole world. Well, I did (practically). And it was great. I got the most wonderful responses, full of excitement and anticipation and appreciation for my husband Bryan and me. We had a great two months—it was fun when my clothes started not to fit; it was fun when my husband had to go out at night and get me ginger ale, just like in the stories. We even got a few cards and gifts. Then we went for our first OB appointment. The doctor saw the baby on the ultrasound, but she could not detect the heartbeat. "I think your baby has died," she said. The words didn't even sink in. My husband and I are pretty optimistic people—it truly had not even occurred to either one of us that the baby might not be okay. When we finally registered what she had said, the news was crushing; it was devastating; I felt like a balloon had been popped. Any loss can surely be utterly distressing, painful and sad. What seemed different about this particular loss, besides the fact that it was happening to us (this wasn't supposed to happen!!!), is that when I was pregnant I was coming from a place of such elation. It wasn't just normal life—it was flying high, excitement, euphoria, anticipation. And then the crash. The distance to fall seemed farther—the chasm between zenith and nadir more vast. That's where "in praise of telling people too soon" came in. My husband and I were crushed with grief and disappointment. All I wanted to do was to lay on the couch in my bathrobe all day (sometimes Bryan would gently inquire around 4 o'clock in the afternoon whether I wanted to get dressed. I would scowl at him and say no.) Not up to talking on the phone, I sent out an email message to my friends and family briefly explaining what happened. Along with "untelling," I explained that I did not much feel like receiving calls. We were inundated with caring replies, and reading the messages that poured back in was all I felt like doing those few weeks. Bryan smiled that every time I checked my email, tears rolled down my cheeks as I was touched by the waves of support from the people who loved us, recognized what we were going through, and offered us their kindness. If we had not had the outpouring of care and support from our friends and family, I am certain that couch-laying phase would have lasted a lot longer than it did. The thing about miscarriage that I most feared was that it seemed so invisible. I hadn't really looked pregnant yet; the baby was just a tiny thing (the size of a raspberry, the books said). With the code of secrecy surrounding the "don't tell too early" story, there did seem to be a residual sense of shame about what was happening; as though it should be kept in the realm of women's maladies that happen "down there," in the dark, that we're not allowed to talk about. But I knew that something real had happened to me; it was not invisible. If I had kept my pregnancy and miscarriage a secret, if I had bought the shame story, then I would not have been real. I can't even imagine having to fake it with the most important people in my life: to pretend that nothing was wrong, during one of the most heartbreaking experiences of my life. That, to me, seems much more traumatic than having to "untell" and then tell the people who love you that you could use a little love and support. And then let them give it.
Katie Silberman is Associate Director of the Science & Environmental Health Network, a national non-profit organization. Katie and her husband live in St. Louis, MO with their very busy toddler, Lincoln.
By Katie Silberman
That thing they warn you about: it happened to me. I got pregnant. I was thrilled. I told a bunch of family and friends—and then I lost the baby in my second month. I had to untell a whole lot of people. That story was swirling around in my head. You know the one. The one "They" always say about how you're "not supposed to tell people too soon." I always hated that one. I hated it when my sister would whisper that her friends were pregnant, and then warn me, "...they're not telling people yet." It seemed so negative and scardey-cat to me. I always swore that when I got pregnant, I'd tell the whole world. Well, I did (practically). And it was great. I got the most wonderful responses, full of excitement and anticipation and appreciation for my husband Bryan and me. We had a great two months—it was fun when my clothes started not to fit; it was fun when my husband had to go out at night and get me ginger ale, just like in the stories. We even got a few cards and gifts. Then we went for our first OB appointment. The doctor saw the baby on the ultrasound, but she could not detect the heartbeat. "I think your baby has died," she said. The words didn't even sink in. My husband and I are pretty optimistic people—it truly had not even occurred to either one of us that the baby might not be okay. When we finally registered what she had said, the news was crushing; it was devastating; I felt like a balloon had been popped. Any loss can surely be utterly distressing, painful and sad. What seemed different about this particular loss, besides the fact that it was happening to us (this wasn't supposed to happen!!!), is that when I was pregnant I was coming from a place of such elation. It wasn't just normal life—it was flying high, excitement, euphoria, anticipation. And then the crash. The distance to fall seemed farther—the chasm between zenith and nadir more vast. That's where "in praise of telling people too soon" came in. My husband and I were crushed with grief and disappointment. All I wanted to do was to lay on the couch in my bathrobe all day (sometimes Bryan would gently inquire around 4 o'clock in the afternoon whether I wanted to get dressed. I would scowl at him and say no.) Not up to talking on the phone, I sent out an email message to my friends and family briefly explaining what happened. Along with "untelling," I explained that I did not much feel like receiving calls. We were inundated with caring replies, and reading the messages that poured back in was all I felt like doing those few weeks. Bryan smiled that every time I checked my email, tears rolled down my cheeks as I was touched by the waves of support from the people who loved us, recognized what we were going through, and offered us their kindness. If we had not had the outpouring of care and support from our friends and family, I am certain that couch-laying phase would have lasted a lot longer than it did. The thing about miscarriage that I most feared was that it seemed so invisible. I hadn't really looked pregnant yet; the baby was just a tiny thing (the size of a raspberry, the books said). With the code of secrecy surrounding the "don't tell too early" story, there did seem to be a residual sense of shame about what was happening; as though it should be kept in the realm of women's maladies that happen "down there," in the dark, that we're not allowed to talk about. But I knew that something real had happened to me; it was not invisible. If I had kept my pregnancy and miscarriage a secret, if I had bought the shame story, then I would not have been real. I can't even imagine having to fake it with the most important people in my life: to pretend that nothing was wrong, during one of the most heartbreaking experiences of my life. That, to me, seems much more traumatic than having to "untell" and then tell the people who love you that you could use a little love and support. And then let them give it.
Katie Silberman is Associate Director of the Science & Environmental Health Network, a national non-profit organization. Katie and her husband live in St. Louis, MO with their very busy toddler, Lincoln.
Friday, January 25, 2008
A new beginning.
Today officially starts my forth month trying to conceive. I had a couple of bad days but I really am doing good. I am really trying to just give it all to God and trust Him to work it all out. I have some down moments but in all I am doing good. I am not going to use OPK's anymore so we'll see what happens this month. My cramps are pretty bad today. They are to the point of nausea sometimes but I am hoping that doesn't last long.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Thyroid
I saw my endocrinologist today and my blood work came back that my thyroid is off. The doc adjusted my meds so maybe that will help with any future pregnancies.
Fading fast.
I tested this morning and the second line is fading. I expect to start bleeding within a couple of days. I will now have 5 angel babies in heaven.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Don't know what to think.
I caved in and tested yesterday afternoon and got a light second pink line. My temp was up this morning and I took another test and got a light second pink line. Because I was still spotting I went in to the doc and he said he thought it was most likely a chemical pregnancy and that I would start bleeding eventually. I'm not sure what to think right now. I am hoping for the best and well just have to wait and see what happens. The longest one of my chemical pregnancies lasted was 20DPO so I am on 13DPO right now. I will continue to test to see if the line get darker. I am experiencing a lot of nausea and I didn't with the other chemicals so I am holding on to some hope.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
This months conclusion.
I took my last HTP this morning. I have peed on everything I could get my hands on and all BFN's. I am spotting so I would say AF is right around the corner. I think I ovulated a day earlier then my chart says. I am glad all the test are gone and I don't plan on getting any more.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I had a DUH moment.
I just realized today that I had been reading my answer OPK's wrong. After all the confusion about my OPK's this month, the answer ones where all positive. This is just another reason to not do them any more. I don't need all the drama, lol. In the picture of this months OPK's the answer ones should be turned the other way. Oh well, lesson learned and I did get a big laugh at myself.
Monday, January 14, 2008
My TTC Revelation.
In my confusion about my OPK's this month a Bible verse came to me,
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path"
And in the last few days it has dawned on me that if I want His perfect will for my life and I am leaving it up to Him if I have any more children, then I don't need to be doing the OPK's anymore. I do have some left over from this month but will not be buying any more. Today is 5 DPO and I am going to try really hard to hold off from testing as long as I can. After I use up what HTP's I have, I don't plan on buying anymore of those either until I am at least 10 DPO because the temptation to test earlier is just to strong.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path"
And in the last few days it has dawned on me that if I want His perfect will for my life and I am leaving it up to Him if I have any more children, then I don't need to be doing the OPK's anymore. I do have some left over from this month but will not be buying any more. Today is 5 DPO and I am going to try really hard to hold off from testing as long as I can. After I use up what HTP's I have, I don't plan on buying anymore of those either until I am at least 10 DPO because the temptation to test earlier is just to strong.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The "Two Week Wait" is finally here.
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I can't believe it but I Oed earlier then expected. I am now 1 DPO. Anyone who knows me knows that the TWW is really only about 6 days because I start testing early. I think we timed the BDing pretty good so hopefully I dropped a good egg. Other the the earlier then expected O, I did have a very short LH surge. I started testing on CD 14 but it was negative. I had my surge on CD 15 but by yesterday morning, CD 16, it was gone and then it actually peaked again last night after having negatives all day. I did test again this morning, even though my temp has gone up indicating that I have Oed, and it was negative. So I'm pretty sure I Oed yesterday. I'm just glad O day has come and gone and I can move on to the next stage of this crazy thing.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
The Final Countdown.
I started the OPK's yesterday and barely a second line but today it was ALMOST positive. I have fertile CM so I think I should O in the next 2-3 days. Prayers would be greatly appreciated!!
Monday, January 7, 2008
My Birth Stories
The Birth Of My First Son, 1989.
It was a typical hospital birth with an OB/GYN. I actually think it was a little better then typical because I wasn’t as rushed through the birth process as quickly as other moms were. I think when moms choose to birth in a hospital with an OB/CNM we kind of know what we are signing up for. I got the standard Hospital birth. Water started leaking at 3pm. Hospital by 4pm. After a couple of hours of “No Progress”, they broke my water. After a couple more hours came the evil pitocine, which of course lead to an epidural. The whole time being denied food and drink and not being able to get up and pee in the toilet. And to top it off, they finished it up with an episiotomy, (which caused painful sex for at least a year after that birth). At around 7:30am the next morning my beautiful 8lbs, 5oz son was born.
The Birth Of My Second Son, 1994.
Even though my first birth wasn’t “traumatic” I was looking for something more personable with my second. I found a birth center with CNM’s and thought that I had found what I was looking for. The place was beautiful and I really enjoyed most of my prenatal visits. Most of the CNM’s on staff were very personable and I looked forward to giving birth there. I was pregnant at the same time as my friend and we were both going to the same center. We of course had our favorite pick for who we wanted to attend our births. My friend went into labor 12 days before me and I was able to be there. I was wonderful. She was able to get the favorite midwife and the birth was so magical. No interventions. No rushing. Just a beautiful, peaceful birth. I left that birth sooo looking forward to mine.
8pm, twelve days later, my water started leak. I called the midwife on call and she was at the hospital and said to come in around 1am. I was disappointed that it was not one of the midwives I had hoped to get. I arrived at the center and she immediately broke my water and started me on black and blue cohosh to get things going because she said I was to “Happy”. She apparently didn’t check to see what position the baby was in before doing all of this because he was posterior. After laboring for hours she realized the position of the baby and started to put me in different positions to try and get him to move. I had handled labor fairly well until she started in with the manual stretching of my cervix at every vaginal exam which would cause me excruciating pain. When my midwife was in the room she would just sit on the floor leaned up against the wall but most of the time she wasn’t even in the room with me. I felt so alone and violated. I keep thinking I could be in a hospital because it wasn’t as bad as this and the doctor didn’t come in and inflict pain on me. I became so hysterical from the pain that they had to give me a shot. Finally her shift was up and a new midwife came in but by then the damage to my mind and my womanhood had been done. At 9:13am, after only 20-30 minutes of pushing, I pushed my posterior, 7lbs, 11oz son out. I did seem to physically heal faster then my hospital birth but I swore if there was a next time it would be in a hospital because I was not women enough to do that again. A friend from childbirth class was there for my birth and she was so traumatized by my birth that she was still upset and crying about it when her husband came home later that day. She had her baby two days later and had a wonderful birth with one of the “good” midwives on staff, which reinforced my failure as a woman to naturally birth a baby. If my two friends did and I didn’t then it must have been my fault. I had a new baby and was healing nicely but my heart, soul and my womanhood felt ripped to shreds. The birth of my second son would come to haunt me for years to come.
The Birth Of My Third Son, 2005.
When I decided to I wanted another child I knew that I didn’t want a hospital birth but because of my traumatic experience at a birth center, I didn’t really want one at a center either. I didn’t know what to do. My once joy in being pregnant and giving birth had turned into horror. I located one of the midwives that I had hoped to get for my last birth but she was no longer in the area. I went back to the birth center for a preconception visit and talked with the only midwife there that I liked and she said that she could not guarantee that I would get her for my birth. I started doing research on doulas and the different kinds of midwives. It wasn’t until talking with a doula that I even thought about a home birth. I don’t think I had even heard of home birth until the doula I spoke to mentioned it. As soon as I did the research I KNEW that a home birth was for me. The only thing now was to find that special person who I could trust to be there during one of the most intimate, vulnerable times in my life. I needed a midwife who could help me heal from my last birth. I needed to feel safe. After talking with several midwives I finally found the right one, midwife Michelle Gawne. After three losses I conceived our long awaited third son.
As I sat down to write Dylan's birth story I had to go back to the very beginning of this whole thing. It started Sunday night, January 15. When I went to bed my sinuses got really bad and I had a hard time sleeping because I couldn't breathe through my nose. I felt fine Monday but Monday night I had a hard time again. But by Tuesday afternoon the post nasal drip moved into my throat and I could hardly talk. So Wednesday I went to the doctor. I assumed it was a sinus infection because I have always had allergy and sinus problems and I get sinus infections 2-4 times a year. They said I had laryngitis and maybe a cold too but they couldn't do anything because it was a viral thing. I told them I thought it was sinus and post nasal but they were the experts so I left feeling like crap. They said if I was not better by Sunday to come back. Well, as of that Wednesday night the coughing and gagging started. No sleeping for the rest of the week. The coughing was so bad I would gag and almost throw up all night and I had to wear a pad 24/7 because I would go every time I would cough. By Sunday I was so sleep deprived and emotionally drained I just wanted to die.
Monday the 23rd I went back to the doctor and told them I hadn't slept in a week and if they didn't help me I was going to go to the hospital and ask them to help me and low and behold the doctor tells me I have a sinus infection and puts me on antibiotics. I went and got my prescription filled and came back home and took a benadryl. I slept on and off from about 12:30PM to 4:30 PM. I got up to start dinner and I noticed I was leaking and I thought "Great, now I'm peeing myself even when I'm not coughing" but after a couple of hours I realized It was my water. I still thought it could be a couple of days before I went into labor. By late evening I was starting to have to change my pads a lot because of the leaking.
Everyone went to bed and I tried to sleep but again the coughing and gagging kept me up and by 2:45am I stared to have blood in the leaking. I was still thinking labor could be days away. By 4am my contractions started to change and intensify. I started to think "I just might have this baby in my arms within 24 hours". My husbands alarm went off around 5am and I told him he wasn't going to work and that the contractions were coming about every five minutes. I started making some noise with the contractions and my husband timed a couple and said they were coming every 2-3 minutes and I should call my midwife Michelle but I said it's to early and it would be a long time before the baby came and I didn't want to wake anyone up. But by 5:30 I called the midwife. I didn't want to but the contractions were really starting to get going and I figured I would let her know that I thought the baby would be here sometime today, that way she had notice and could plan her day. Michelle said she would come over but I told her to go back to bed. I really thought we had lots of time and I felt bad for calling her so early. By 6:20 I could hardly talk. I called my midwife to tell her to come now and she said "I'm almost there already". In my head I'm still thinking this was going to take all day and because the contractions were so intense and coming so close together I thought to myself "I can't do this for 6 to 8 hours". My midwife got to the house by 6:30am and I was 5cm and by 8:20am, January 24th, My dads B-day, my beautiful little perfect miracle was born, in the same bed he was conceived. 7lbs 2oz and 20&1/2 inch. I can't stress how important it was to have the midwife I had. She was totally hands off and let my body do what it had to do. No interventions. No rushing. No unnecessary anything! After three losses and a very bad birth experience with my last birth she really had to hold my hand the whole pregnancy and labor. Dylan's birth was such a healing experience for me. Even though it was extremely fast and intense, it is true, you forget the pain once you look into their little eyes. I'm almost ready to do it again. : ) I can't even imagine how much better it would have been if I hadn't been sick. But God is good and things turned out great.
The Birth Of My Four Child, Hopefully 2008.
It hasn’t happened yet but I am actively trying to conceive the fourth member of our family. I also know that midwife Michelle will be the one who catches my baby, there could be no one else for me.
It was a typical hospital birth with an OB/GYN. I actually think it was a little better then typical because I wasn’t as rushed through the birth process as quickly as other moms were. I think when moms choose to birth in a hospital with an OB/CNM we kind of know what we are signing up for. I got the standard Hospital birth. Water started leaking at 3pm. Hospital by 4pm. After a couple of hours of “No Progress”, they broke my water. After a couple more hours came the evil pitocine, which of course lead to an epidural. The whole time being denied food and drink and not being able to get up and pee in the toilet. And to top it off, they finished it up with an episiotomy, (which caused painful sex for at least a year after that birth). At around 7:30am the next morning my beautiful 8lbs, 5oz son was born.
The Birth Of My Second Son, 1994.
Even though my first birth wasn’t “traumatic” I was looking for something more personable with my second. I found a birth center with CNM’s and thought that I had found what I was looking for. The place was beautiful and I really enjoyed most of my prenatal visits. Most of the CNM’s on staff were very personable and I looked forward to giving birth there. I was pregnant at the same time as my friend and we were both going to the same center. We of course had our favorite pick for who we wanted to attend our births. My friend went into labor 12 days before me and I was able to be there. I was wonderful. She was able to get the favorite midwife and the birth was so magical. No interventions. No rushing. Just a beautiful, peaceful birth. I left that birth sooo looking forward to mine.
8pm, twelve days later, my water started leak. I called the midwife on call and she was at the hospital and said to come in around 1am. I was disappointed that it was not one of the midwives I had hoped to get. I arrived at the center and she immediately broke my water and started me on black and blue cohosh to get things going because she said I was to “Happy”. She apparently didn’t check to see what position the baby was in before doing all of this because he was posterior. After laboring for hours she realized the position of the baby and started to put me in different positions to try and get him to move. I had handled labor fairly well until she started in with the manual stretching of my cervix at every vaginal exam which would cause me excruciating pain. When my midwife was in the room she would just sit on the floor leaned up against the wall but most of the time she wasn’t even in the room with me. I felt so alone and violated. I keep thinking I could be in a hospital because it wasn’t as bad as this and the doctor didn’t come in and inflict pain on me. I became so hysterical from the pain that they had to give me a shot. Finally her shift was up and a new midwife came in but by then the damage to my mind and my womanhood had been done. At 9:13am, after only 20-30 minutes of pushing, I pushed my posterior, 7lbs, 11oz son out. I did seem to physically heal faster then my hospital birth but I swore if there was a next time it would be in a hospital because I was not women enough to do that again. A friend from childbirth class was there for my birth and she was so traumatized by my birth that she was still upset and crying about it when her husband came home later that day. She had her baby two days later and had a wonderful birth with one of the “good” midwives on staff, which reinforced my failure as a woman to naturally birth a baby. If my two friends did and I didn’t then it must have been my fault. I had a new baby and was healing nicely but my heart, soul and my womanhood felt ripped to shreds. The birth of my second son would come to haunt me for years to come.
The Birth Of My Third Son, 2005.
When I decided to I wanted another child I knew that I didn’t want a hospital birth but because of my traumatic experience at a birth center, I didn’t really want one at a center either. I didn’t know what to do. My once joy in being pregnant and giving birth had turned into horror. I located one of the midwives that I had hoped to get for my last birth but she was no longer in the area. I went back to the birth center for a preconception visit and talked with the only midwife there that I liked and she said that she could not guarantee that I would get her for my birth. I started doing research on doulas and the different kinds of midwives. It wasn’t until talking with a doula that I even thought about a home birth. I don’t think I had even heard of home birth until the doula I spoke to mentioned it. As soon as I did the research I KNEW that a home birth was for me. The only thing now was to find that special person who I could trust to be there during one of the most intimate, vulnerable times in my life. I needed a midwife who could help me heal from my last birth. I needed to feel safe. After talking with several midwives I finally found the right one, midwife Michelle Gawne. After three losses I conceived our long awaited third son.
As I sat down to write Dylan's birth story I had to go back to the very beginning of this whole thing. It started Sunday night, January 15. When I went to bed my sinuses got really bad and I had a hard time sleeping because I couldn't breathe through my nose. I felt fine Monday but Monday night I had a hard time again. But by Tuesday afternoon the post nasal drip moved into my throat and I could hardly talk. So Wednesday I went to the doctor. I assumed it was a sinus infection because I have always had allergy and sinus problems and I get sinus infections 2-4 times a year. They said I had laryngitis and maybe a cold too but they couldn't do anything because it was a viral thing. I told them I thought it was sinus and post nasal but they were the experts so I left feeling like crap. They said if I was not better by Sunday to come back. Well, as of that Wednesday night the coughing and gagging started. No sleeping for the rest of the week. The coughing was so bad I would gag and almost throw up all night and I had to wear a pad 24/7 because I would go every time I would cough. By Sunday I was so sleep deprived and emotionally drained I just wanted to die.
Monday the 23rd I went back to the doctor and told them I hadn't slept in a week and if they didn't help me I was going to go to the hospital and ask them to help me and low and behold the doctor tells me I have a sinus infection and puts me on antibiotics. I went and got my prescription filled and came back home and took a benadryl. I slept on and off from about 12:30PM to 4:30 PM. I got up to start dinner and I noticed I was leaking and I thought "Great, now I'm peeing myself even when I'm not coughing" but after a couple of hours I realized It was my water. I still thought it could be a couple of days before I went into labor. By late evening I was starting to have to change my pads a lot because of the leaking.
Everyone went to bed and I tried to sleep but again the coughing and gagging kept me up and by 2:45am I stared to have blood in the leaking. I was still thinking labor could be days away. By 4am my contractions started to change and intensify. I started to think "I just might have this baby in my arms within 24 hours". My husbands alarm went off around 5am and I told him he wasn't going to work and that the contractions were coming about every five minutes. I started making some noise with the contractions and my husband timed a couple and said they were coming every 2-3 minutes and I should call my midwife Michelle but I said it's to early and it would be a long time before the baby came and I didn't want to wake anyone up. But by 5:30 I called the midwife. I didn't want to but the contractions were really starting to get going and I figured I would let her know that I thought the baby would be here sometime today, that way she had notice and could plan her day. Michelle said she would come over but I told her to go back to bed. I really thought we had lots of time and I felt bad for calling her so early. By 6:20 I could hardly talk. I called my midwife to tell her to come now and she said "I'm almost there already". In my head I'm still thinking this was going to take all day and because the contractions were so intense and coming so close together I thought to myself "I can't do this for 6 to 8 hours". My midwife got to the house by 6:30am and I was 5cm and by 8:20am, January 24th, My dads B-day, my beautiful little perfect miracle was born, in the same bed he was conceived. 7lbs 2oz and 20&1/2 inch. I can't stress how important it was to have the midwife I had. She was totally hands off and let my body do what it had to do. No interventions. No rushing. No unnecessary anything! After three losses and a very bad birth experience with my last birth she really had to hold my hand the whole pregnancy and labor. Dylan's birth was such a healing experience for me. Even though it was extremely fast and intense, it is true, you forget the pain once you look into their little eyes. I'm almost ready to do it again. : ) I can't even imagine how much better it would have been if I hadn't been sick. But God is good and things turned out great.
The Birth Of My Four Child, Hopefully 2008.
It hasn’t happened yet but I am actively trying to conceive the fourth member of our family. I also know that midwife Michelle will be the one who catches my baby, there could be no one else for me.
Pregnancy is in the air!
I just found out that a lady from my old play group is pregnant. My sister in law is due in July/Aug so lets hope the baby dust is headed my way. I should O by the end of this week.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
To BD or not to BD, that is the question.
For those that don't know, I had a LEEP procedure done in October of last year. I have to go and get a pap on Friday, January 11 of next week and guess what day that is for me? It is potentially "O" day. So I have decided to plan my BDing around that day but I can NOT pass up an opportunity to make a baby so I hope it doesn't interfere with the pap but if it does, I would rather try for a baby and have to go back and repeat the pap then to not try. Boy, do I have it bad or what, lol.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Double Trouble
My friend that was pregnant at the same time as me last time, is going to be trying again in a month or two. It would be so neat if we were pregnant together again. We delivered our last babies within days of each other. I do feel a little more pressure now to get pregnant. She is way younger then me and will probably get pregnant with in the first couple of months and here I am on my 3rd month trying and being so much older but I'm still hoping we will be pregnant together.
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