- Fort St John, BC, Canada
- My husband, David, and I had been trying to have a baby since November of 2007. After 'letting things happen', we got the amazing news that we were pregnant in June of 2008. Sadly, that pregnancy ended at 9 weeks with a natural miscarriage. After two more chemical pregnancies, we turned to fertility treatments in 2009. That decision was a disaster, with lousy medical care and poor monitoring. In December of 2009, we made the huge decision to move onto IVF. Things fell into place like magic and we began treatment on January 15, 2010. After a blighted ovum in March, we did a successful FET in June, only to endure another blighted ovum in July. We kept up and underwent another IVF in September/October of 2010 with the arrival of our son, Brogan in July of 2011! After our lovely success (finally) we decided to undertake yet another IVF treatment and hope for a sibling for our little red headed boy. Well... so far it's worked. Our story continues below!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Wow. Freaky. I'm Pregnant.
So I took 12 pregnancy tests. T-W-E-L-V-E. Okay. 13. The "most advanced piece of technology you can pee on" was negative, which sucked and sent me into a downward emotional spiral until I retested that evening with two more brand name tests and they were both positive.
The photo to the right is the last test... I had to prove to the digital world that I was pregnant. Besides, there's something wickedly delicious about having that word magically appear as a result of peeing on something.
I'm due on November 13th. That's Friday the 13th if you want to look it up on a calendar, which you most likely don't... but it's an interesting enough trivia that I thought I'd mention it!
We got pregnant on the weekend of the Vagina Monologues. How appropriate!
So far, it's going okay, I guess. Lots of pregnancy signs are a good thing. I am currently sitting in what seems like an unnatural position on the couch with a couch cushion behind my back because it hurts! My back, not the couch cushion. My breasts feel like they are being squeezed in a vice and my gassy tummy would make a truck driver blush. Shall we discuss the hormones?
I went to the doctor's office this morning and cried for most of the appointment. I was embarassed so I cried some more. She wouldn't give me a beta test because she said I was *obviously * pregnant, and I didn't need more numbers to agonize over. Instead she ordered an early ultrasound to check for 'multiples'.
Huh? Pardon me? She wants to check for TWINS????? It seems that I have a lot of factors that put me into that category. Fertility drugs. Age. Lots of eggs. Sounds like we are making an omelette. And the onslaught of major, major preggo signs. So..... although I am not convinced I am having twins, I am kind of in shock that the doctor even suggested it. She even wrote on the ultrasound request "check for possible multiples".