the little (tmi) things

I mentioned earlier that now that I’m off hbc, I’m noticing things that never happened when I was on hbc and that I missed when I was younger. We got all of my meds figured out and I got in to the swing of taking (or trying to remember to take) 6 pills a day.  Up next? Continuing to track all of my visible symptoms to narrow down my ovulation window since I’m not temping my bbt. Ignoring Danny’s laughs, I was still noting symptoms in my tracker app. I’m totally a scientist. Totes. According to the last period I had logged, the last week of February were the green days in my app when I was apparently “most likely to ovulate.” [Side note, this totally sounds like a really bad senior superlative from high school.] The green days approach and I think my ewcm (egg white cervical mucus, hey I warned you this was tmi) is coming in! This is a sure sign of healthy and primed baby making ovulation!

On my darkest green day, the “you’re seriously ovulating right now” day, I had excellent ewcm and even facial blushing. The facial blushing is an odd new phenomenon that, according to Dr. Google, can be caused by the surge in hormones during ovulation. My face gets all red and hot to the touch like I’m super embarrassed or have a sunburn. It lasts about half a day. We’ll have to see if this happens again next month. If so, it’s totally going down in the tracker app as a legit symptom and yet another odd thing for me to be happy about.

I was so excited for these new developments. Danny totally doesn’t get it. But then again, he never understood why I was so hyper-sensitive about my new found ability to ovulate. Women worry. It’s what we do. The “what if I don’t work?” question is always looming on the horizon for us. Since he didn’t want to share in my new-found enthusiasm over bodily fluids, I turned to the subreddit TryingForABaby and posted about it. The ladies there understood and were very sweet and supportive. Even if we weren’t keeping our ttc plans a secret, my ewcm is not something I’d be keen to share with family or friends, so it’s nice to have this alternative outlet.

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an apple a day

After some discussion with the husband, we decided Danny should come along to my post-mthfr-diagnosis appointment. Aunt flow started her visit the day before my appointment (way to go lady parts for being consistent!) making things a little bit harder for me to handle. He met me at the doctor's office with candy, cookies, and a piece of cake from a birthday party at his work. This one's a keeper! One thing Danny also does very well is not take things too seriously. While we were waiting in the exam room for the doctor, he kept playing with the heat lamp and trying to get me to put my feet in the stirrups. In the moment sometimes it seems like he’s so annoying. But today it was greatly appreciated.

We talked about my diagnosis, what it is, and what it can mean for me. It was good for Danny to hear this straight from the doctor’s mouth. For one I wouldn’t have been able to repeat it exactly. And I felt like hearing it directly from the doctor would help him to realize it’s a little bit bigger of a deal than he might have originally thought. Unfortunately, I was a little bit more of a pushover than I had wanted to be. We didn’t do any blood tests. Nor did she think Danny needed to be tested for the mutation because the baby having it wouldn’t really affect things. She wanted me to definitely start taking a prenatal vitamin. I had found one I thought looked good and was a good deal at Costco and taken a screenshot of the nutrition label on the back to show her. She thought for ttc-ing it looked fine. She told me to start taking a baby aspirin daily. And prescribed me an additional folic acid supplement. I asked her if there was any difference between synthetic folic acid and methyltetrahydrofolate (active form of folic acid). (No, I didn’t refer to it as that in the appointment. Yes, I’ve done THAT much research to be able to call it that.) Unlike what the internet had told me, she said the only difference is the price. After I got home, I priced both subscriptions through my health insurance website. The active form is like 4 or 5 times more expensive than the synthetic.

Then we talked about how this treatment would change once I get the BFP. One silver lining that I am very excited about is that she wants to see me as soon as I get a positive pregnancy test. Many obgyn’s do not want you to make an appointment until you are 6-8 weeks along. Imagine being all excited about peeing on a stick and seeing the positive! and jumping up and down! and celebrating with your husband! but then not being able to do anything else about it for another 4-6 weeks. Boo. That would be torturous. Thanks to mthfr, I get to be seen right away. To me, that’s a perk and I’ll take it. Especially when you hear what else is going to happen thanks to mthfr. When I see her at that first maternity(!) appointment, she is going to start me on daily injections of Lovenox, a blood thinner. That’s right. Every day, Danny or I will be stabbing me in the stomach with a needle. Hu-fucking-rray. We’ll do this through the first and second trimesters. When I start my third trimester, we’ll discuss my options. I knew there was a fine line between preventing blood clots and bleeding to death during child birth. At my appointment, we learned that blood thinners can also cause an epidural to not work properly. I like paid meds. That shit aint cool. So preventing blood clots for the last trimester and before delivery gets a little more tricky.

One of the biggest reasons I’m really glad Danny was there was so he could hear the last thing we talked about, a woman’s cycle. They did a really good job scaring him during sex ed in high school because up until this appointment, Danny up was absolutely positive that a woman can get pregnant at any time, even during her period. Now he realizes that the window, while sometimes unpredictable, is much much smaller than that. Sperm can live 3-5 days inside a woman’s body and the egg is viable for fertilization for about 24 hours. Meaning there’s really only one day a month when the stars align. He still doesn’t think sex every other day is necessary to give him time to “reload,” but at least now he knows the facts. And to be fair, I learned something that Danny had been trying to tell me for a while. From being on the pill, I was so used to my period coming like clockwork every 28 days. According to my doctor, it’s completely normal for my cycle to differ in length from month to month for up to 7 days. (Had to apologize afterward to Danny for my more than slight freak out when I was maybe 1-2 days late.)

Overall, we left feeling pretty good about things. I of course went in to “research all the things!” mode. I found a good deal on baby aspirin and now have enough to last me like 2 years thanks to Costco. And we got my first bottle of otc prenatal vitamins. You should see this pill. It’s like the size of my pinky. I spent a couple of days obsessing over which folic acid I should take. I had a prescription for the synthetic filled and waiting for me to pick up at the grocery store. But I still wasn’t quite sure if there was some chance my doctor was mistaken about whether or not there truly is a difference between synthetic and active form folic acid. I did even more online research about methyltetrahydrofolate concerning how it is different, where I could buy it, and if I could find it cheap enough to afford the 4 extra mg a day she wanted me to take. I went as far as listening to a podcast of this doctor who’s a supposed mthfr expert. When I found myself listening to him rant about the blue food dye in a certain brand of prenatal vitamins, I had a come to Jesus moment.

Sometimes you just gotta trust people. The reason I originally picked this doctor as my gynecologist was because I was looking to establish a long term relationship with the hopes that she would turn into my obstetrician. I completely understand that, at times, big red flags come up and it is important to be your own advocate and be informed and a part of treatment decisions. But in order for this relationship with my doctor to work, I was ultimately going to have to trust her on these types of decisions. Especially when it came down to choosing to trust some stranger on the internet who had a big problem with blue food dye, or the doctor who was directly responsible for treating me. This was going to be an even longer and more stressful journey if I didn’t trust my doctor. So I went to grocery store and picked up my way cheaper prescription for synthetic folic acid supplements.

Now I compare myself to Dr. House. I spend my days popping pills. Specifically, 2 folic acid tabs first thing in the morning, 1 more at lunch, and 1 more at dinner. Then 1 baby aspiring and 1 prenatal (that also contains folic acid) at bedtime. That’s 6 pills a day, 42 pills a week, and approximately 180 pills a month. Taking the prenatal before bed works well. I don’t have any side effects. I hide everything when anyone comes over to keep any sleuthy family members from figuring out our plans. And every time I find myself starting to complain about all these pills, I remind myself that this is nothing compared to daily injections in my stomach that I have to look forward to when(!) I get pregnant. Perspective.

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what the mthfr

My doctor's office finally called with the test results. My doctor's appointment was last Monday and she had said it would take about a week. So when Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday came and went, I started to freak out get a little anxious. Luckily I had a rare busy start to the week at work so it wasn't always at the forefront of my mind. But sitting in the Student Center on my lunch break eating Chick-fil-a and listing to an NPR podcast about gun control (the perfect balance of southern liberalism), I finally got the call.

I tested positive for the mthfr genetic mutation.

They wanted me to make another appointment to comeback and discuss the results and what happens next. Part of me was almost glad to be in a public place when I got off the phone. It forced me to swallow that lump forming in my throat, blink away the tears forming in my eyes, and just overall stop myself from slipping into an afternoon of full-on feeling sorry for myself and crying. There was a fleeting moment where I decided I would the scenario played out in my head to go back up to the office and ask if I could take the rest of the afternoon off so I could go home and cry about how horrible my life is while my puppies console me for personal reasons. But that wouldn't have worked. We're still keeping all this baby talk top secret. I'm constantly afraid of raising suspicions. What would I have told my boss? That while she's in the midst of fighting HR to give me a promotion, I'm plotting to get knocked up and take 5 months off for maternity leave and now I'm upset because I just found out I have this stupid genetic disorder that no one's ever heard of but can seriously complicate things so I need the afternoon off to cry about it? Not sure that landing would have been much smoother than the Hindenburg's.

While we're talking about horrible, fiery crashes, I think one of the things that makes ttc-ing so dreadful grueling draining cruel trying (pardon the pun) is that many women have been on birth control the better part of a decade. Our hormones have been on lock. What happens next is the perfect storm of out of control hormones, emotional roller coasters, and frightened hiding in the corner alarmed husbands who have no idea their wives were capable of displaying such borderline bipolar behavior. You take us off hbc (hormonal birth control), and all of the sudden we're experiencing these huge peaks and valleys of estrogen, and progesterone, and all the other hormones that I should know more about while at the same time going through ttc, staring down our fertility and all the setbacks that can come with it. Just as timing should have it, my handy-dandy tracker app says only my second af since getting off hbc should come tomorrow, so I know I'm holding back the pms-ing. I can barely cope with one of those two things and you want me to embrace both crazy hormones and the excitement and setbacks of ttc at the same time? And you want me to do it with grace and poise and in secret? Que old joke about having beach front property in Arizona to sell you. Though, I will say that at least this time I handled things pretty well all things considered. <pat, pat, pat> Only minor amounts of sleep have been lost and tears been shed. I think chocolate cake is in order. And I will credit you, my completely anonymous, non-existant readers, for indulging my therapeutic ranting typing.

So what's next?

Well I have my follow-up appointment on Tuesday. Pinterest now allows you to create secret boards. My secret baby board has been filling up quite nicely with pins. Now I have a secret mthfr board. My obgyn does know about the mutation, but according to the interwebs, it's still a fairly new diagnosis and there is very little consensus on how it should be treated. Because many women are not diagnosed until after several miscarriages, I wanted to be as informed as possible about the what tests, medications, and preventative measures are out there now before I get pregnant. The dreaded mc would be very hard on my husband and me. I see this research as taking charge of my body! Huzzah!

What I've learned so far is that it wouldn't be a bad idea to have my homocystine, B12, progesterone, and folic acid levels tested. I also want to know what she thinks about having Danny tested. All of the problems I'm now predisposed to stem from not being able to metabolize folic acid. This can cause elevated homocystine levels, a vitamin B deficiency, and low progesterone levels. And those lovely things can cause blood clots and miscarriages (among a host of other bad things that just don't relate to pregnancy).  I'm going to ask her about getting on a special type of folic acid supplement. Apparently, it used to be common just to prescribe synthetic folic acid like Folgard. But my body has trouble metabolizing folic acid easily, let alone the synthetic kind. There are several new prescription medicines out there called Neevo DHA and Metanx that contain active forms of folic acid that are much easier for mthfr-ers to absorb. Your progesterone can also be low from a vitamin B deficiency, which can affect the follicle during the luteal phase and contribute to the risk of miscarriage. Finally, I'll talk to her about what sort of blood thinners I should be on now, while ttc, and when I get pregnant. (That's right when dammit.) From what I've read, she'll probably suggest daily baby aspirin now and we'll see about the Lovenox/heparin injections later.

I'm just trying to keep all of this information straight in my head. When I see my obgyn, I'm going for "conscientious yet informed patient" who really cares and is intelligent enough to talk medical jargon to some extent. I'm hoping I avoid being one of those annoying patients who comes off thinking she knows more than the doctor does. And with my shyness, I'll also have to push myself to speak up and not let all this research have been in vain. There's something else I have been too shy to tell her about, but we'll leave that for another entry. I'll spend this weekend researching and pinning some more and deciding whether or not my husband should come to the appointment for moral support and so that I don't have to try to accurately repeat everything my obgyn says.

Until then, chocolate cake.

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our first wait

This week has been my first taste of the waiting game and I'm not very crazy about the taste. I had my preconception appointment with my obgyn on Monday. As soon as I told her that my sister had been diagnosed with compound heterzygous mthfr, her change in demeanor really scared me. She wanted me tested right away and even said we should use condoms until we find out the results. The test results will be in at the beginning of next week. I've been trying not to think about it, but it's been at the back of my mind all week. These test results could make a big difference in our experience ttc as well as during pregnancy.

It has been really helpful for me to keep myself in a positive frame of mind. I've told myself and my husband that even if we did learn I have it too, it's not the end of the world. So I might have to take a baby aspirin every day or get shots of Lovenox in my stomach like my sister. (This will reduce the risk of miscarriage-causing blood clots.) But at least we'll KNOW exactly what the issue is and how to treat it. That's way more than many women out there ttc can say.

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my body 101

I got made fun of last night.

I told my husband several weeks ago that I started using a tracker app for my period. I did this because I’ve basically been on the birth control pill (BC) for about 10 years now and used my handy dandy little pack of pills to tell me when Aunt Flow (AF) was making a visit. I stopped taking the pill in December and was ashamed to admit I had no idea when I was supposed to start that month. You’d think it would be easy to remember something that happened just a few weeks before. But then the rest of your life happens and it feels like AF could have been last week or 7 weeks ago. As any sexually active person in the world knows, it’s a very disconcerting feeling when you’re not sure when you’re supposed to start your period.

So I downloaded one of the more simplified tracker apps (no need to record my basal body temperature (BBT or “temping” and the like just yet) and plugged in my last 3 periods. It was great. It showed me when I’d have AF and also what days I was most likely to ovulate each month. Wait… Ovulate? Oh yeah! I totally forgot that stopping BC would mean I’d start ovulating again! The last time I was ovulating on a regular basis I was in high school. I barely remember what that felt like. And back then I didn’t notice much more than that feeling of getting punched in the ovary once a month and thinking “Oh. I must be ovulating. Glad to know I work.” And then I continued on with a life that was much more focused on homework, band practice, and teenage politics rather than what my body was doing.

I can thank my research for bringing this back to the forefront of my mind. I learned that in all honesty, I have been taking my body for granted. The convenience of birth control made me very lazy. After reading about the very common difficulties so many women have, I should be thankful for what my body is able to do and take much more care to be in tune with it. There are so many signs and symptoms. None of them are set in stone and all of them differ from woman to woman. I knew it was time to start being a better steward of my own body and listening to all of the amazing things it can tell me. The female body is a complex and beautiful thing!

So last night Danny and I were talking about a work conference I found out I’m going to in May. I pulled out my handy dandy tracker app to make sure we wouldn’t miss my fertility window for the very first month we planned to “stop trying not to get pregnant.” And he started laughing at me. He had discovered all the little notes I’ve been keeping.

When my ovary starting hurting after my December period, I had added a note that said “small ovary hurty” on the day it hurt. (And research told me I should be ecstatic that not only signs of ovulation were already happening but also that my period was only 3 days late for my very first cycle off BC!) When I noticed a little extra cervical mucus (CM), I added a note. When at the beginning of what my app said is my ovulation window for this month, I noticed that my cheeks were flushing, I added a note. And just in case, I’ve been adding notes about when we have sex too.

Danny just thought this was cute. He doesn’t get it at all. But I don’t expect him to either. Things are pretty simple from the guy’s end. But for me, I can’t claim to have a type A personality and care about all the little details if I’m not making the effort to pay attention to my own body as well. Even though I’m not temping or testing, I want to use these next few months to get to know my body again. So that when we do “stop trying not to get pregnant,” I’ll be that much more aware and informed.

PS  - But seriously guys. Who ever heard of rosy, flushed cheeks as a sign of ovulation?? Hormones can do some pretty incredible crazy things.

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the bet

If I am the ultimate woman who needs to be in charge of her environment, then my husband is the ultimate man who is able to just go with the flow.

And I mean it. I need a Plan and I need to stick to the Plan. I need to know all of the options and all of the consequences ahead of time. I need to formulate plans B and C just in case the Plan doesn't work. And if we go off course from the Plan, I go in to full on crisis management mode to get back to the Plan as soon as possible. Hello, my name is Jennifer and I am type A.

All of this means that once I really was off my birth control (and once things had settled down from Christmas), type A me went in to full on baby planning mode. I started reading What to Expect when You're Expecting and learned that getting pregnant wasn't just a matter of you and your husband making love. Oh no. There's tracking your ovulation on a calendar, taking your basal body temperature before you even get out of the bed in the morning, documenting this thing called cervical mucus, and even taking something similar to a pregnancy test to see if you are ovulating so you and your husband know exactly the moment when it's time to go go go!

I told my husband about everything I was reading and all these things we could apparently be doing to get pregnant and he stopped me in my tracks to keep me from going off the type A personality cliff. Then he very lovingly, with only the teeniest bit of frustration, very firmly laid down some perspective. All of those scary, kinda gross, and definitely not romantic things I just mentioned were all for couples that were trying to have a baby. We are simply going to stop trying not to have a baby. Because, as Danny put it, if you’re trying to have a baby, then it’s a chore. But if you are simply no longer “trying not to get pregnant,” it makes for all of the sexy time and none of the stress.

While it will be really hard for me to not be actively trying to do something (I need a plan damnit!), this perspective will be really good, i.e. healthy, for me. No pressure. No stress. Just no more remembering to take my birth control every night and sexy time with my hubby whenever we want. That sounds much better.

So I’m fine, right? Totally relaxed and going with the flow? Wrong.

While I know I’m not allowed to go in to operation Let’s Get Me Knocked Up Before The End Of August, it wouldn’t hurt to get a lot of my research out of the way, would it? So I’m still reading my What to Expect when You’re Expecting book, I’ve downloaded not one, but two apps on my phone for period tracking and pregnancy forums, and I’ve subscribed to both the Baby Bumps and Trying for a Baby subreddits. Just how I dove head first into wedding planning and to this day love a juicy discussion about chiavari chairs, pintuck linens, and garden roses versus peonies, my type A personality loves to know everything there is to know about something and now I’m wading fairly deep in the challenging world of maternity.

And some of this research is not premature (pardon the pun) and fairly helpful. For example, I know it would be a good idea to start taking prenatal vitamins. So I’ve been researching what the recommended levels are for prenatals and what options are out there. I also know that my sister was diagnosed with Compound Heterozygous methylenetetrahydrofolate reductase (aka MTHFR) (aka compound heterozygous mother fucker), and that I will need to mention this at my preconception appointment so that my ObGyn knows to test me for it and check my homocysteine levels before I start a prenatal vitamin. 

This is where I got in to trouble. Someone on one of the forums I’m now following mentioned a product called Pre-Seed. I’d never heard of it before. Apparently, most lubes and even saliva are not sperm friendly. Pre-Seed is a sperm friendly lube for couples who are trying to get pregnant.

Think of it as the sperm HOV lane for lady parts. I thought this would be a great idea for our sexy time and approached Danny about buying it for when we stop “trying not to get pregnant” in May.

He was very patient and let me get through my entire schpeel of how I found out about it, how it worked, and that I thought we could maybe get some for us. Then he said no.

He knows my personality and my propensity for planning and he is absolutely adamant that 1.) this will turn in to a mission and 2.) we won’t have any trouble getting pregnant. But I need control! Of course I’m worried I won’t get pregnant! Don’t you know who I am? I need to worry! So I tried to come up with a compromise. He’s so sure we will get pregnant right away and won’t let me do any of these things like buying sperm-friendly lube to help speed things along. If August rolls around and we’re still not pregnant, we can take a break for the fall and winter and not start up again until after the new year so I won’t have a summer or fall baby.

But even that didn’t work for him. Because to Danny, a compromise like this means that this new phase of no longer “trying not to get pregnant” is actually us actively trying to get pregnant and even worse, us considering the possibility that we might not get pregnant right away! And to Danny, that's just way too dangerously similar to a chore.

So he came up with the bet.

Danny is so positive (or at least, trying so hard to exude positivity) that we will get pregnant the very first month we stop “trying not to get pregnant,” that he is willing to bet something major on it. So if we do get pregnant that first month, he wins. If not, I win. [It’s really ingenious if you think about it because while I’ll be stressing about not getting pregnant, at least if I don’t that first month, I’ll still have “won” something.]

At first, I thought maybe we could bet who gets to pick the middle name. But Danny doesn’t have a middle name in mind that he likes, so it wouldn’t really be a prize to him. Then I thought about the wall color for the nursery. But adding pregnancy hormones on to an already type A personality is kind of the prefect super storm of a reaction if Danny picks some horrible color that doesn’t go with the Pinterest pins of nursery ideas I’m already amassing. I’ll update you when I come up with something really good. It’s got to be something that the winner will be super excited about, but the loser will still be able to handle.

Either way, I love my hubby for his constant ability to understand me and to come up with fun ways to give and take.

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keeping it a secret

As soon as Danny and I decided that we would start trying to get pregnant, I knew instantly that I wanted to keep it a secret. As loud and outspoken as I can be, I am actually a very private person about these kinds of things.

Why I don't want anyone to know we're trying:

#1 It's gross. In my opinion, basically what you are saying when you tell someone "you're trying" is that you're having sex. No one needs those mental images, especially close family members. But there is also the inevitable pressure every woman places on herself. Being able to get pregnant is deeply rooted in what it means to be a woman. When it comes time to actually try to get pregnant, I have this secret fear that I might not be able to. Then I would be forced to not only redefine my feminism, but also our entire life plans. Women worry. It's what we do. I'll be doing my best to keep the worrying in check, but in the mean time, I don't need the well-intended pryings of friends and family. All of the "Are we there yet?"s will only make things worse for me.

This also means I won't be stocking up on pregnancy tests. No po (that's post ovulation for all you newbies out there) testing for me. I am going to do my damndest to not test until af (aunt flow again for you newbies) is late. I don't want all of those questions and I'm sure my uterus doesn't either. I've got to keep this as stress-free as possible for all of my neurotic self.

Why I don't want anyone to know when we find out we're pregnant:

The most dreaded of reasons is the most obvious. The chance for miscarriage during this time is really high and I just don't think I could face telling people I miscarried. God forbid that does happen to us, I'll feel like a big fat failure. But I also want my husband and I to have that special time when it's just a secret between the two of us. No questions about baby names or suggested home remedies for morning sickness. Just secret smiles between my husband and me.

For Danny and I, I think what will work best is waiting until we're through the first trimester. I know this will be a very big, very hard secret to keep. But I really really want to. I want this announcement to be big!

I know that many families will choose to do things differently. But this is what's right for us. Until that big day comes when we can announce to the word that we're going to have a baby, I'll be here, telling all of you anonymous readers all about the newest thoughts and developments.

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bump ahead {hopefully}

Apparently, when you grow up, you have to make important decisions. No one is there to decide for you. You can take this realization in one of two ways: either you feel grateful that you are able to decide for yourself where your life is going, or you are completely overwhelmed at the thought of being responsible for the consequences of making the wrong decisions.

Right around the time of our one year wedding anniversary in October, Danny and I starting talking about what was next for us. If we won the lottery, we’d buy the house of our dreams (or 2, or 3 houses), and start a family right away. But with some lingering credit card and student loan debt, we decided we needed to choose between saving for a down payment on a home or having a baby. This talk was very grown up and led us into unsailed waters. We used a down payment and monthly mortgage payment calculator to determine a budget, had our realtor send us listings, and even drove around to look at houses. We also researched the effect of age on fertility, cost of day care for the baby, and what maternity benefits our employers offer. When it came down to it, we decided we loved the rental home we’re in now and that we both wanted to have a baby first. (Yay!)

I was very excited about the idea of us starting to try. But I’m a very private person and didn’t want to tell anyone, even my mom what our plans were. Danny and I went on a very sweet date and talked all about this new plan for our future. We even went to Barns & Noble afterward and perused the baby books section. I may or may not have bought the classic What to Expect when You’re Expecting while we were there. One of the reasons I was so excited after our decision that we would start trying for a baby stemmed from my family’s reaction to my wedding. I’m going to try very hard to not sound like a brat here, but my family was pretty much tired of weddings by the time I got married. I am the youngest of four and as coincidental timing would have it, my parents had to go through 4 straight weddings in back to back years. By the time my wedding came around, there weren’t any “my baby girl is getting married” tears. It was more “just tell me how much money you need”. By the time my wedding pictures came in, my mom barely looked at them because my brother, who had gotten married 3 years prior, was proud to provide the first grandchild in the family and just happened to be visiting. So it was finally my turn to not be last. Imagine the surprised expressions on their faces when I told them we were pregnant! And with only one grandchild in the family, there was a 50/50 chance we’d have the first granddaughter! For the first time, I’d get the excitement that I missed out on from parental milestone fatigue.

Then, with one phone call, everything changed. My mom called to tell me my sister was pregnant. And during that conversation, we learned that she had forgot to mention in previous phone calls that my step-sister was also pregnant. I hung up in tears. Not one, but two babies would be born in the family next summer. My very sweet husband held me and told me it would still be special because it would be ours - our experience and our baby.

Since time was on our side, we came up with a plan. We got lucky that open enrollment for both of our employers was going on during all of this. I compared each of my husband’s available medical plans to each of mine. And we were able to sign me up for the plan that covered the most, cost the least, and was accepted by my ObGyn and the hospital. (Yes, I already had an ObGyn, but that’s just because my Gyn just happen to also be an Ob.) Now when we did get pregnant, I wouldn’t have to worry about things like whether or not we could afford an emergency room visit. After over 10 years, I stopped taking my birth control pills in December. And I have my preconception visit next week.  

Then we had to consider timing. I do not want to be 9 months pregnant in the 100% humidity 100 degree Georgia summers. In the fall, you’ve got Danny’s bday, our anniversary, and HELLO! Georgia football. In the winter, I already get annoyed at sharing the birthday spotlight with Jesus. So the plan is to have a late winter / spring baby. We will start trying in May!

Neither family nor any of our friends know any of this. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to start this blog. This will be my place to come to share all of these experiences from the journey on which we are about to impart.

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