17 weeks pregnant! In some ways I can't believe that! My pregnancy is almost half over. This week baby is the size of an onion (you missed lemon in week 15 and avocado last week). I still don't feel anything in there and I'm starting to get really anxious for a few of those fun little flutters!
I saw my doctor last week and everything is good. She found the baby's heartbeat right away this time, hanging out around my belly button. She also scheduled me for the BIG ultrasound on May 18th. Time is NOT flying to that date!
Also speaking of time flying...I am 30 years old today. That's sort of mind-blowing. I don't have big hang ups about 30, but it is something of a milestone. In a lot of ways, I am where I want to be.
One more thing....HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIN!!!! Thanks for sharing your bday with me, since I shared mom's uterus with you! Love you much!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Fear and Faith
Although sources vary on when the first trimester ends, they all seem to agree that by week 14, you're 1/3rd done with pregnancy and into your second trimester. Chances of miscarriage decrease dramatically after the first trimester.
So imagine my shock and fear when at 13.5 weeks pregnant, I went to the bathroom and saw blood. I was in complete disbelief for a moment. Any pregnant woman will tell you that she unabashedly checks the TP each and every frequent time she uses the bathroom. But we are never prepared to see that.
I was preparing to leave work on Thursday, the day before a day off of work for Good Friday. A friend had called while I was packing up, so I was chatting, but I knew I needed to make a pit stop before I left, so I asked her to hold on, pressed the mute button, and took care of business. When I saw the blood, my heart dropped. 13 weeks is supposed to be safe. I had just caught myself saying I was relieved to be past the worst of the risk. It wasn't a lot but it was blood. I unmuted my friend and shakily told her what was going on. She reminded me that bleeding can be really common during pregnancy, and don't freak out, and call her back as soon as I knew anything.
I hung up and dialed my doctor. The receptionist got a nurse for me (God love them for not making me leave a message!!) and she repeated what my friend had said, that it's common but they definitely wanted to be sure everything was okay. I told her that on the ultrasound earlier in the week, they'd seen a fibroid. She checked my chart and luckily the report was already there. She reviewed their notes and confirmed that they did note a 5 cm fibroid--which is not small. She said she wanted to talk to my OB and either she or the doctor would call back soon.
I sat trembling in my car, unsure of what to do. My husband was supposed to work until 5:00 and it was just after 4:00. I decided I couldn't wait, so I started driving to his work, about 10 minutes away, while I dialed him on my phone. I tearfully told him what happened and he said to come over and he'd leave as soon as he could. I then called my mom to fill her in and let her know that if the OB called the house, to have them call my cell.
I got to my husband's work and went in to use their bathroom. The bleeding was already just brown, old blood (sorry tmi). I went back to the car to wait for Adam. The doctor's office called back. The nurse told me she'd talked to my doctor and they wanted me to go home, put my feet up, rest and drink plenty of water. She said they wanted me to come in the next morning to check for the baby's heartbeat.
I followed the instructions. I went home, lay on the couch with my feet up, drank water, and tried not to panic. It was a long night.
The next morning, my mom, Tyler, and I all headed to the doctor. Once we got in to see the doctor, she talked it over a bit with us and then took out the dopplar. She poked and pushed and wandered about, but we just kept finding my slower heartbeat. Every few minutes she'd murmur, "Don't panic, it's hard to find when you're this early." I would nod, breathing deeply and sometimes closing my eyes for a few second, my lips mouthing "Come on baby."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard a quick flash of fast fluttering. "There it was," she said, trying to get it back. I held my breath, telling myself we couldn't have all imagined it. Finally, she zeroed in and there it was, a fast, steady thrumming of life. And then I started crying, my stomach jumping as I tried not to sob. The doctor waited to get a good count on the heart rate (155-165) and helped me wipe of the goo. I looked at my mom and she was crying too. Tyler was over the whole thing LOL. He didn't like the sound of the dopplar and he was anxious to leave.
The doctor went on to say that the bleeding might be from the fibroid or from a low lying placenta. She did and exam and everything seemed fine, no new blood. They'll take a look at the fibroid at my next ultrasound, since sometimes they think there is a fibroid but really it's just a muscle contracting. She said my uterus was measuring about 16 weeks, 2.5 weeks further along that I was. She said that might just be because it's my second child, or it could be the fibroid.
So she sent me home, telling me to really take it easy for the weekend. We had to cancel several planned outings. No more lifting Tyler, and I am supposed to be careful about activity for awhile. It was challenging, staying home while Adam took Tyler to an Easter Egg Hunt and sitting on the patio while he played ball in the yard. But we do what we have to for our kids. I sat on the couch a lot and tried not to obsess over what I wasn't doing LOL
So me and little one are doing fine. He or she is the size of a lemon this week! Six weeks or so and we can find out what we are having! It was a scary weekend, but I'm very thankful it turned out okay. I found myself watching shows on TV that really helped me have faith that everything will work out. I watched an episode of 19 Kids and Counting, when the Duggar's doctor couldn't find a heartbeat on their 20th baby at a check up around 12-13 weeks. They immediately started praying, but they prayed that God would help them accept His will, whatever it was. They then got an ultrasound and found their baby was fine. Sadly, six weeks later, they had an ultrasound and found that their baby had indeed passed. I watched both episodes, desperately sad for their loss and inspired by their incredibly strong faith. I can only hope I was be so accepting if the worst did happen.
Last night I watched the Lifetime movie "Amish Grace". It is a fictional movie based on the murder of a group of Amish girls at a school. Again I was inspired by the faith describe and displayed in the movie. It really helped me find a little bit of peace in the unknown future of my precious baby.
I love my baby already. We tried so long to conceive. But somehow I still manage to ask God to be with us and keep us safe, but also to help me to accept whatever happens. And I know that is prayer that will be answered. I have a lot of faith that my little one is going to be just fine and I will hold him or her in my arms in just a few months. It seems incredible to imagine!
So imagine my shock and fear when at 13.5 weeks pregnant, I went to the bathroom and saw blood. I was in complete disbelief for a moment. Any pregnant woman will tell you that she unabashedly checks the TP each and every frequent time she uses the bathroom. But we are never prepared to see that.
I was preparing to leave work on Thursday, the day before a day off of work for Good Friday. A friend had called while I was packing up, so I was chatting, but I knew I needed to make a pit stop before I left, so I asked her to hold on, pressed the mute button, and took care of business. When I saw the blood, my heart dropped. 13 weeks is supposed to be safe. I had just caught myself saying I was relieved to be past the worst of the risk. It wasn't a lot but it was blood. I unmuted my friend and shakily told her what was going on. She reminded me that bleeding can be really common during pregnancy, and don't freak out, and call her back as soon as I knew anything.
I hung up and dialed my doctor. The receptionist got a nurse for me (God love them for not making me leave a message!!) and she repeated what my friend had said, that it's common but they definitely wanted to be sure everything was okay. I told her that on the ultrasound earlier in the week, they'd seen a fibroid. She checked my chart and luckily the report was already there. She reviewed their notes and confirmed that they did note a 5 cm fibroid--which is not small. She said she wanted to talk to my OB and either she or the doctor would call back soon.
I sat trembling in my car, unsure of what to do. My husband was supposed to work until 5:00 and it was just after 4:00. I decided I couldn't wait, so I started driving to his work, about 10 minutes away, while I dialed him on my phone. I tearfully told him what happened and he said to come over and he'd leave as soon as he could. I then called my mom to fill her in and let her know that if the OB called the house, to have them call my cell.
I got to my husband's work and went in to use their bathroom. The bleeding was already just brown, old blood (sorry tmi). I went back to the car to wait for Adam. The doctor's office called back. The nurse told me she'd talked to my doctor and they wanted me to go home, put my feet up, rest and drink plenty of water. She said they wanted me to come in the next morning to check for the baby's heartbeat.
I followed the instructions. I went home, lay on the couch with my feet up, drank water, and tried not to panic. It was a long night.
The next morning, my mom, Tyler, and I all headed to the doctor. Once we got in to see the doctor, she talked it over a bit with us and then took out the dopplar. She poked and pushed and wandered about, but we just kept finding my slower heartbeat. Every few minutes she'd murmur, "Don't panic, it's hard to find when you're this early." I would nod, breathing deeply and sometimes closing my eyes for a few second, my lips mouthing "Come on baby."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard a quick flash of fast fluttering. "There it was," she said, trying to get it back. I held my breath, telling myself we couldn't have all imagined it. Finally, she zeroed in and there it was, a fast, steady thrumming of life. And then I started crying, my stomach jumping as I tried not to sob. The doctor waited to get a good count on the heart rate (155-165) and helped me wipe of the goo. I looked at my mom and she was crying too. Tyler was over the whole thing LOL. He didn't like the sound of the dopplar and he was anxious to leave.
The doctor went on to say that the bleeding might be from the fibroid or from a low lying placenta. She did and exam and everything seemed fine, no new blood. They'll take a look at the fibroid at my next ultrasound, since sometimes they think there is a fibroid but really it's just a muscle contracting. She said my uterus was measuring about 16 weeks, 2.5 weeks further along that I was. She said that might just be because it's my second child, or it could be the fibroid.
So she sent me home, telling me to really take it easy for the weekend. We had to cancel several planned outings. No more lifting Tyler, and I am supposed to be careful about activity for awhile. It was challenging, staying home while Adam took Tyler to an Easter Egg Hunt and sitting on the patio while he played ball in the yard. But we do what we have to for our kids. I sat on the couch a lot and tried not to obsess over what I wasn't doing LOL
So me and little one are doing fine. He or she is the size of a lemon this week! Six weeks or so and we can find out what we are having! It was a scary weekend, but I'm very thankful it turned out okay. I found myself watching shows on TV that really helped me have faith that everything will work out. I watched an episode of 19 Kids and Counting, when the Duggar's doctor couldn't find a heartbeat on their 20th baby at a check up around 12-13 weeks. They immediately started praying, but they prayed that God would help them accept His will, whatever it was. They then got an ultrasound and found their baby was fine. Sadly, six weeks later, they had an ultrasound and found that their baby had indeed passed. I watched both episodes, desperately sad for their loss and inspired by their incredibly strong faith. I can only hope I was be so accepting if the worst did happen.
Last night I watched the Lifetime movie "Amish Grace". It is a fictional movie based on the murder of a group of Amish girls at a school. Again I was inspired by the faith describe and displayed in the movie. It really helped me find a little bit of peace in the unknown future of my precious baby.
I love my baby already. We tried so long to conceive. But somehow I still manage to ask God to be with us and keep us safe, but also to help me to accept whatever happens. And I know that is prayer that will be answered. I have a lot of faith that my little one is going to be just fine and I will hold him or her in my arms in just a few months. It seems incredible to imagine!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The Peach in the Tunnel
Today was my first trimester screening and ultrasound! Everything is looking really good! The baby was wiggling and didn't really want to cooperate and let the tech get the pictures she needed at first! We got what we needed in the end and everything looks normal. I have a fibroid in my uterus, but the tech didn't seem to concerned, I guess they aren't usually a problem. The heartbeat was 150 bpm. Baby wouldn't give us any clues as to gender and the placenta is in the middle in the front--Anterior AGAIN--so that doesn't give us any clue either! We'll have to wait patiently!
Baby is the size of a peach this week! It looked bigger on the screen, really, but okay!
I sent my mom the pictures and she showed them to Tyler, who promptly announced that "Baby Whiff (his nickname for the baby) is in a tunnel!" Looking at the pictures, I guess it could kind of look like a tunnel! LOL
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Baby is the size of a peach this week! It looked bigger on the screen, really, but okay!
I sent my mom the pictures and she showed them to Tyler, who promptly announced that "Baby Whiff (his nickname for the baby) is in a tunnel!" Looking at the pictures, I guess it could kind of look like a tunnel! LOL
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Monday, April 2, 2012
My Little Plum!
I wrote this last week but I couldn't publish it at the time, so here it is, a little late. Ultrasound to come tomorrow!
So I am now 12 weeks, 3 days pregnant! Baby is the size of a plum! Crazy! Everything is going well! I saw a new OB this week (did I mention that the first one was awful?) and I love her! Everyone in the office was friendly and joking and kind! I'm relieved to have that figured out! All my test results came back fine and I'm measuring just right. I've lost a pound so far--as opposed to the 20 lbs I lost during the first few months I was pregnant with Tyler! She used the dopplar and after a few minutes of struggle she found the baby's heartbeat! It was so fun to hear it! She couldn't get a good BPM count, because the placenta's bloodflow and my heartbeat were interfering, but she said it was nice and fast! :)
Next Tuesday I am going for my first trimester screening. I'll have more bloodwork and an ultrasound. I can't wait to see my little gummy bear on screen, looking like a real baby instead of a blob!
I'm still feeling pretty good, aside from a little more nausea these days! I went on a business trip to Birmingham, AL a few weeks ago and that was around the time that my stomach started acting up. It's not horrible, just bothersome! Food aversions are pretty strong, similar to with Tyler. I don't love a lot of meat, although I'm still able to eat some. Very few things actually sound good, aside from junk food! LOL The last few weeks have been pretty tiring, first with my trip, then I got sick :-P, and now...well I'm not sure why I'm so tired this week! I stopped taking my progesterone supplement this week, and I was hoping some of the fatigue would go with it! Fatigue is a big side effect of the medication. So far, no luck there! I still have some congestion from being sick last week, so I'm hoping in a few more days that'll go away and my stomach might ease up a bit. In the meantime, I'm missing most of my television shows because I fall asleep on the couch in the evenings!
Next time I post I should have pictures to share!! :)
Oh and I have a brand new niece!!! Elizabeth Grace was born on March 17th, a St. Paddy's Day baby! She is gorgeous! I hope she and her new little cousin-to-be will be as close as Tyler and Toby are! :)
So I am now 12 weeks, 3 days pregnant! Baby is the size of a plum! Crazy! Everything is going well! I saw a new OB this week (did I mention that the first one was awful?) and I love her! Everyone in the office was friendly and joking and kind! I'm relieved to have that figured out! All my test results came back fine and I'm measuring just right. I've lost a pound so far--as opposed to the 20 lbs I lost during the first few months I was pregnant with Tyler! She used the dopplar and after a few minutes of struggle she found the baby's heartbeat! It was so fun to hear it! She couldn't get a good BPM count, because the placenta's bloodflow and my heartbeat were interfering, but she said it was nice and fast! :)
Next Tuesday I am going for my first trimester screening. I'll have more bloodwork and an ultrasound. I can't wait to see my little gummy bear on screen, looking like a real baby instead of a blob!
I'm still feeling pretty good, aside from a little more nausea these days! I went on a business trip to Birmingham, AL a few weeks ago and that was around the time that my stomach started acting up. It's not horrible, just bothersome! Food aversions are pretty strong, similar to with Tyler. I don't love a lot of meat, although I'm still able to eat some. Very few things actually sound good, aside from junk food! LOL The last few weeks have been pretty tiring, first with my trip, then I got sick :-P, and now...well I'm not sure why I'm so tired this week! I stopped taking my progesterone supplement this week, and I was hoping some of the fatigue would go with it! Fatigue is a big side effect of the medication. So far, no luck there! I still have some congestion from being sick last week, so I'm hoping in a few more days that'll go away and my stomach might ease up a bit. In the meantime, I'm missing most of my television shows because I fall asleep on the couch in the evenings!
Next time I post I should have pictures to share!! :)
Oh and I have a brand new niece!!! Elizabeth Grace was born on March 17th, a St. Paddy's Day baby! She is gorgeous! I hope she and her new little cousin-to-be will be as close as Tyler and Toby are! :)
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Presenting....
BABY NUMBER TWO!!!
Okay, so it doesn't look like much. But that black blob with the little tiny white blob at the top is my precious baby! This ultrasound was taking at 6 weeks 2 days, and I'm currently 9 weeks 2 days!
So let's back up a little...as I've said before on this blog, we decided we wanted to start trying for another baby when my son was about 18 months. We wanted our kids fairly close together and we were trying to be realistic that it might take a little while. Of course we never imagined it would take 19 months. As documented here, I had a miscarriage over the summer, followed by seeing a Reproductive Endocrinologist (who is totally awesome) and seeking out fertility treatments. We did four rounds of the drug Clomid with no success. In December, we chose to try another pill, Femara (Letrizole). My doctor had suggested doing injections, but they aren't covered by my insurance, so we were planning to possibly try them in a few months, after tax returns and what-not. Christmas didn't bring me what I'd hoped for and I went to my beginning of the month appointment at my RE's office feeling a little discouraged. The nurse was very nice and she suggested we do a more monitored cycle, to include an ultrasound around the time of ovulation to check the size of my follicles, and possibly do a "trigger shot" to induce and enhance my ovulation.
We agreed, so off I went. I took my femara days 3-7 and waited. Cycle Day 13 (the day I'd gotten a positive ovulation test the month prior) I had the ultrasound done. Two follicles, one 18 mm on the right and one 14 mm on the left. Not a bad result, but they wanted me to wait until the next evening to do the shot. The next night, I administered the injection (which was surprisingly easier than I'd expected) and then I went back to waiting.
The fun thing about an HCG trigger shot is that it is literally HCG, the pregnancy hormone, impersonating LH, the ovulation hormone. That means that it will result in positive pregnancy tests, even though you are decidedly not pregnant yet. So I had my fun, peeing on sticks and seeing two lines. I diligently waited for the lines to disappear. By day 11 there was a very faint line, but not too definitive. D-day was day 14. I got up and used a test, the best test out there, the only one I really trust. And this is what I saw:
A bit of a squinter, but a line, nonetheless. I called my RE's office, anxiously hoping this line was not the result of leftover HCG. I went in and had my blood drawn. I went to work. I waited.
The call came. HCG 12.7. It's considered a gray area. 5 and above is pregnant, but with the trigger shot, there was still a very small possibility that this wasn't "real". Come back Friday for another check, we want the levels to double.
Time dragged. I took another test the next day and started to feel more confidant, the line was getting darker.
Friday finally came and my blood test showed an HCG level of 53! It was real! I was pregnant at last! My progesterone level came back low at 9, despite the fact that I was already taking supplements. Up went the dosage and down went the energy! But I didn't care! I was finally pregnant!
I spent the next week or so obsessing over lines on pregnancy tests. I had my blood drawn one last time and the numbers were doing exactly what they should. At last, I was instructed to make an appointment for an ultrasound. When the day finally arrived, I lay on the table crying at the image from the "dildo cam". A tiny blob within a blob. A miniscule flicker within my tiny blob. "Can you see it?" they asked and I wasn't sure. They turned a knob and suddenly the room was filled with the most amazing sound of my tiny baby's heartbeat. 129 beats per minute, pronounced as "perfect".
More tears, hugs all around...goodbyes...they made me promise to bring the baby in to see them. Celebration!
Once we had our ultrasound, we started to spread the news slowly. We tried to deliver the news in person as much as possible. We got Tyler a "Big Bro" T-shirt to surprise the family. We made our official facebook announcement yesterday. Tyler has dubbed the baby "Baby Whiff" after one of the trains on Thomas and Friends. I can only hope he doesn't actually expect me to deliver a baby train!
I had my first OB appointment yesterday, but it went very badly...so I'll be having a second-first visit to an OB as soon as I can get my records sent over. *eye roll*
I'm feeling pretty good...very tired and a little dizzy from the progesterone supplements. My stomach gets upset from time to time, especially if I don't eat pretty often. I have quite a few symptoms, which I take as a good sign! I am pretty happy that (SO FAR) I don't have horrible morning sickness like what I had with Tyler!
And so a long journey comes to an end! I am a different person for experiencing this last year and half. I've made tremendous friends that I will always love dearly. We have shared joys and sorrows. And now I prepare for one of the greatest joys I'll have in this life. The arrival of my child in early October 2012.
I'm a lucky girl.
So let's back up a little...as I've said before on this blog, we decided we wanted to start trying for another baby when my son was about 18 months. We wanted our kids fairly close together and we were trying to be realistic that it might take a little while. Of course we never imagined it would take 19 months. As documented here, I had a miscarriage over the summer, followed by seeing a Reproductive Endocrinologist (who is totally awesome) and seeking out fertility treatments. We did four rounds of the drug Clomid with no success. In December, we chose to try another pill, Femara (Letrizole). My doctor had suggested doing injections, but they aren't covered by my insurance, so we were planning to possibly try them in a few months, after tax returns and what-not. Christmas didn't bring me what I'd hoped for and I went to my beginning of the month appointment at my RE's office feeling a little discouraged. The nurse was very nice and she suggested we do a more monitored cycle, to include an ultrasound around the time of ovulation to check the size of my follicles, and possibly do a "trigger shot" to induce and enhance my ovulation.
We agreed, so off I went. I took my femara days 3-7 and waited. Cycle Day 13 (the day I'd gotten a positive ovulation test the month prior) I had the ultrasound done. Two follicles, one 18 mm on the right and one 14 mm on the left. Not a bad result, but they wanted me to wait until the next evening to do the shot. The next night, I administered the injection (which was surprisingly easier than I'd expected) and then I went back to waiting.
The fun thing about an HCG trigger shot is that it is literally HCG, the pregnancy hormone, impersonating LH, the ovulation hormone. That means that it will result in positive pregnancy tests, even though you are decidedly not pregnant yet. So I had my fun, peeing on sticks and seeing two lines. I diligently waited for the lines to disappear. By day 11 there was a very faint line, but not too definitive. D-day was day 14. I got up and used a test, the best test out there, the only one I really trust. And this is what I saw:
The call came. HCG 12.7. It's considered a gray area. 5 and above is pregnant, but with the trigger shot, there was still a very small possibility that this wasn't "real". Come back Friday for another check, we want the levels to double.
Time dragged. I took another test the next day and started to feel more confidant, the line was getting darker.
Friday finally came and my blood test showed an HCG level of 53! It was real! I was pregnant at last! My progesterone level came back low at 9, despite the fact that I was already taking supplements. Up went the dosage and down went the energy! But I didn't care! I was finally pregnant!
I spent the next week or so obsessing over lines on pregnancy tests. I had my blood drawn one last time and the numbers were doing exactly what they should. At last, I was instructed to make an appointment for an ultrasound. When the day finally arrived, I lay on the table crying at the image from the "dildo cam". A tiny blob within a blob. A miniscule flicker within my tiny blob. "Can you see it?" they asked and I wasn't sure. They turned a knob and suddenly the room was filled with the most amazing sound of my tiny baby's heartbeat. 129 beats per minute, pronounced as "perfect".
More tears, hugs all around...goodbyes...they made me promise to bring the baby in to see them. Celebration!
Once we had our ultrasound, we started to spread the news slowly. We tried to deliver the news in person as much as possible. We got Tyler a "Big Bro" T-shirt to surprise the family. We made our official facebook announcement yesterday. Tyler has dubbed the baby "Baby Whiff" after one of the trains on Thomas and Friends. I can only hope he doesn't actually expect me to deliver a baby train!
I had my first OB appointment yesterday, but it went very badly...so I'll be having a second-first visit to an OB as soon as I can get my records sent over. *eye roll*
I'm feeling pretty good...very tired and a little dizzy from the progesterone supplements. My stomach gets upset from time to time, especially if I don't eat pretty often. I have quite a few symptoms, which I take as a good sign! I am pretty happy that (SO FAR) I don't have horrible morning sickness like what I had with Tyler!
And so a long journey comes to an end! I am a different person for experiencing this last year and half. I've made tremendous friends that I will always love dearly. We have shared joys and sorrows. And now I prepare for one of the greatest joys I'll have in this life. The arrival of my child in early October 2012.
I'm a lucky girl.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Ta-Ta 2011
As 2011 draws to a close I, like many others, reflect on it's events. In most ways, it wasn't a very eventful year. I work at the same job as I did this time last year. Our financial situation is better (at a cost), so that's going in the positive column. My family has remained intact, another positive. My friends are happy and healthy. I gained an honorary nephew and the promise of my first niece next April. I've made new friends and strengthened friendships with old friends. I celebrated two new marriages. I've watched my son grow day after day, amazing me along the way.
There were a few negatives of course. Much of the year was spent trying to add to our family. Easily the low point was my miscarriage in June. But for the most part, I've been lucky this year. My losses were few and my gains were sweet.
All in all, it seems like it was a year of promise. Promises of good things to come. It was a year of growth and learning. I learned a lot about myself. I'm stronger than I knew.
2012. I like the sound of it, if for no other reason than I prefer even numbers. Yes, I'm a little strange that way. I chose to go into the year with hope and goals. Of course, I would like to have anther child this year. I would like to (again) try to get healthier. I'd like to do some thinking about what I want from my life.
So here's to 2012. I hope that all of you that are reading have a great year ahead of you. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a cocktail, a husband, and a night of relaxation ahead of me. Happy New Year!
There were a few negatives of course. Much of the year was spent trying to add to our family. Easily the low point was my miscarriage in June. But for the most part, I've been lucky this year. My losses were few and my gains were sweet.
All in all, it seems like it was a year of promise. Promises of good things to come. It was a year of growth and learning. I learned a lot about myself. I'm stronger than I knew.
2012. I like the sound of it, if for no other reason than I prefer even numbers. Yes, I'm a little strange that way. I chose to go into the year with hope and goals. Of course, I would like to have anther child this year. I would like to (again) try to get healthier. I'd like to do some thinking about what I want from my life.
So here's to 2012. I hope that all of you that are reading have a great year ahead of you. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a cocktail, a husband, and a night of relaxation ahead of me. Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Christmas Rush
I always feel like it starts just after Thanksgiving. It's easily my busiest month at work. Add that to family functions, holiday parties, doctor's appointments, and of course Christmas shopping and I am a BUSY girl! My husband and I were both down with strep throat last week, so I'm playing catch up in a pretty major way.
We got Tyler's tests results back, FINALLY. I had to call to get them about 2 weeks ago and call again yesterday to get the letter I should have gotten ages ago. Long story short, his tests were normal, although they did note a few episodes of acid reflux. They didn't suggest any new treatments, stopping treatments or even setting up a follow up appointment. I've lost all respect for that office. He has an appointment with the doctor that our PCP wanted him to see originally (We went elsewhere because the wait for an appointment was several months) in January. Perhaps things are as good as they can be, but I want to be sure.
Thanksgiving didn't bring us the BFP I was hoping for, so now I've started my first round of femara. I'm trying not to focus on it too much this month. Ha, we'll see how that goes.
Aside from that, Tyler is SUPER excited about Christmas! We put up the tree Sunday and my mom and I even made our own new tree skirt. I think it will be a very fun Christmas!
We got Tyler's tests results back, FINALLY. I had to call to get them about 2 weeks ago and call again yesterday to get the letter I should have gotten ages ago. Long story short, his tests were normal, although they did note a few episodes of acid reflux. They didn't suggest any new treatments, stopping treatments or even setting up a follow up appointment. I've lost all respect for that office. He has an appointment with the doctor that our PCP wanted him to see originally (We went elsewhere because the wait for an appointment was several months) in January. Perhaps things are as good as they can be, but I want to be sure.
Thanksgiving didn't bring us the BFP I was hoping for, so now I've started my first round of femara. I'm trying not to focus on it too much this month. Ha, we'll see how that goes.
Aside from that, Tyler is SUPER excited about Christmas! We put up the tree Sunday and my mom and I even made our own new tree skirt. I think it will be a very fun Christmas!
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