Symptoms

Thanks so much, ladies, for the super sweet comments and e-mails - I so appreciate it :)


Just so that I can keep everything documented for myself, here were my symptoms over the past couple weeks:


2 DPO: Learned from OB that I ovulated (confirmed through blood test)
3 DPO: Extremely hungry - just could not get full.  I ate all day long
4 DPO: Slight cramps
5 DPO: More cramps
6 DPO: More cramps, and my lower back and hips ached all day
7 DPO: Threw up at about 2 a.m.  This was extremely weird - I thought for sure I had food poisoning or something, because the rest of the night, I tossed and turned with major stomach cramps.  Cramps continued throughout the day.
8 DPO: Woke up, peed, and wiped... sorry if TMI... and there was dried blood.  I never had implantation bleeding with Max, but this immediately popped into my mind as an answer for why I had such bad cramping.  Took a HPT.  Negative.
9 DPO: Nothing.
10 DPO: Positive HPTs.


We are very excited, and very cautious - there's just such a long way to go until 12 weeks (let alone bringing home a healthy, live baby), and I am just praying that this little bean sticks.


I am going in for a beta on Tuesday - hoping that those #s are continuing to rise!!

The Results Are In

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I can't quite believe it.  You know, actually, yes, I can.  I just had this feeling all week... I knew I was pregnant.  I could feel it.  I've been having some symptoms (I'll save for another post), and just "felt" pregnant.  But, as much as I thought I was pregnant, seeing a positive test still can put a girl into shock.


I woke up at 7:00 a.m., and pondered taking a test.  Who was I kidding... I knew I would test.   So I walked into our master bath, took out a cheapy test (I had this all planned out - if the cheap one showed negative, I would take another, better one anyway to "prove" it).  I peed in a cup, dipped the stick, and waited.  After two minutes of washing my face, I glanced down and saw the dark control line.  My initial thought was, "Crap. Negative," but my sleepy eyes did a double-take.  Another beautiful, lighter pink line was present, too.  


I quickly dipped a FR.ER, and within seconds... the same result.  Pregnant, but a fairly light test line.


So, ladies, I decided to go big or go home.  I busted out the CB Digital, and literally, within 15 seconds, the most beautiful word was staring me back in the face.


I grabbed the digital and hopped back into bed with Mr. D.  He rolled over and said, "Good Morning," with his eyes still closed.


"LOOK AT THIS!" I said, much more loudly.


He grabbed the test, stared at it, looked at me, looked back at the test, looked at me again, and said, "Is this thing for real?"


I guess that's what I get for shoving a positive HPT in his face at 7 a.m. on a weekend when we are supposed to be sleeping in.


I am so incredibly happy and know that this is just step one of many, many, many hurdles and milestones to reach.  I can't help but reflect on my miscarriage - how excited we were to receive the positive result, not thinking that it could all be taken away.  For now, all I can do is be excited and patient as I take care of this little bean.  Please continue to be sticky, little one!


If you know me IRL, please keep this secret... we are not going to be telling ANYONE in our lives anytime soon.  Thank you for respecting us :)


Thanks to everyone for your well-wishes this week!

Still So Tempting

I am 8DPO (or 7DPO, depending on how I calculate) today.  I was trying so, so, so hard to hold off, but it was like an out-of-body experience... as if I was dreaming, I grabbed an HPT right when I got up and peed.  Negative.  I know it's too early to test, but I was hoping for that glimmer of a positive line.  
But, no.  
Those dang tests are so tempting.

The Rollercoaster Ride, Round 2

Clomid worked, and I'm ovulating.  We all know what this means... timed BD sessions, bloodwork in a couple days, watching for symptoms, driving myself crazy wondering if I am pregnant, and praying for a miracle.

It's so weird this time around.  Before I was pregnant with Max, I was on a monthly rollercoaster ride... waiting, testing, BDing, getting hopes up, peeing on HPTs, and sadly welcoming AF each month.  This time is so incredibly different.

I HAVE a miracle.  My little Max is the best gift, and because I conceived, carried, and gave birth to a live child, I know my body can do it.  But that doesn't mean it will be an easier road to get there the second time.  I pray that it works - quickly - but who knows?  Maybe it will take a month, maybe years.  

On one hand, I remind myself that I am so incredibly, incredibly lucky.  If this month doesn't work out, I still have my miracle, and I am blessed.  And we have many, many more months to try again.  But I want one more sooner than later... and in order to achieve it, it's almost more nerve-wracking this time around.  What if it doesn't work at all?  Will I endure months, years of stress like last time?  What if I never get pregnant again?

All I know is that I am so, so blessed to have what I have in my little boy, but our family is not yet complete.  I am praying for one more miracle.

Stay tuned, ladies... 2WW is right around the corner...

A Sick Day

Decided to call in sick today.  Max was up at 1:15 a.m., and just now is taking a nap.  He has three teeth coming in on top, and has been cranky and sad this week.  I just couldn't send him to daycare, and I was exhausted.  So, Max and I are at home today.  Although I told my boss and direct reports I would be out, business still goes on, and I will be on conference calls the rest of the afternoon.  It's hard to truly disconnect from work, even when other things are going on that take priority.


So, instead of working, I am posting to my blog.  How's that for productivity?!


Life has been good.  Busy, but good.  I often feel guilty for not posting more often, but then I remember that I have two major jobs (career and being a mama) on top of other high priorities, and I have to remind myself not to feel bad.  There's just never a free moment.  One thing that I DO need to get better at is commenting... I am checking in on and reading all of your blogs, but just never log in to Blogger to comment (BTW - I HATE Blogger's new layout... sounds like a lot of people feel the same).  I'm sorry.  I will do better at commenting.


TTC #2 is in full speed ahead.  I am on CD13 after 5 days of Clomid.  I am sure hoping that my tubes are still clear from my lap surgery last year, and that I ovulate.  If history repeats itself, I am expecting to ovulate late (maybe around CD20 or so).  We are giving it our all and praying for a second miracle.  Max needs a little sister or brother :)


I'll post again soon - back to my work e-mail...


XOXO
Mrs. D

Rain, Rain, Go Away...

I am sitting at my dining room table, looking out at Mr. D spreading crabtree-weed killer on this dreary day.  Max is sitting about 5 feet away from me, playing with his massive pile of toys.  I am munching on some Sta.cy's Pita Chips (if you have never had them, you MUST pick them up... although pricey for pita chips, they are AMAZING) and just had my first sip of the evening of red wine.  Yes, it's only 4 pm - I am starting my personal happy hour a bit early today.  And it feels good.

So, lots to update.  Where to begin... well, since I am sipping on red wine, I guess we all can safely assume I'm not pregnant.  Actually, it's not an assumption at all.  I'm not pregnant.  It's CD46 for me... no AF, but no BFP either.  Not sure what the hell is going on - my body just can not regulate and give me a normal cycle.  I don't get it.  But, I guess abnormal is normal for me.  I'll give it another few days and call my OB for another prescription to give me AF back.  I just hate that I'll have to go in for blood work to prove I'm not pregnant before starting another cycle yet again.  It's such a slap in the face to do blood work when you know you're not pregnant.  Frustrating.

Max turned 8 months, and like every other newer-mother, I do not know where the time went.  He is all over the place - rolling, army-scooting, crawling, finger-walking, standing up on furniture... it's crazy.  He still has two teeth... so funny that they came in at 3 months and he hasn't gotten any more yet.  He is a little lover bug who says "da da da da" and nothing about "ma ma".  We're working on it :)

Life is busy... I finally feel that, in the last two months or so, we've struck a groove.  Mr. D and I are both totally back in the swing of things at work, working feels a part of us, and parenthood has fully become part of everything we do.  I am shocked that it took this long, but it was a process... getting accustomed to our new routines, fully embracing all of our changes... it was a long time coming.  BUT - it's awesome.  It works for us.  And we love everything about our new normal.

A few smaller, but fun updates:

- I convinced Mr. D that we need a trip to Vegas - YAY!  We're going with three other couples in September.

- Max's first plane ride will be in August - a trip to Washington DC for Mr. D's cousin's wedding.

- Max has eaten every kind of baby food Ger.ber has to offer - nothing this kid doesn't like.  He loves food!  This is why my 8 month old weighs 26 pounds :)

I'll post more soon - Max is getting antsy... dinnertime.  

XOXO

Mrs. D

Random Updates

Ugh, I've been a horrible blogger! I check in on all my favorite blogs, but have been a bad commenter and bad poster to my own blog.

Lots has happened since last time I posted! Here are a few updates:

• Max is growing... big time. He is a big boy - he's over 7 months, 24 pounds, and loves every kind of food we've given him. He loves oatmeal, and has eaten every veggie and fruit. He just wants more. My pediatrician is okay with us continuing to feed him - he's proportionately a big kid... chunky, tall, big head, big feet, big hands. I am afraid of my future grocery bills when he is a teenager.
• Work is good - and life is CRAZY! I guess I wouldn't want it any other way. I am out of the house by 6:30 a.m., working by 7:30, in meetings ALL DAY, leave at 4:00, pick up Max, feed, play and bathe him before he's in bed by 8:00 p.m. Mr. D and I jump back online after Max is in bed to finish up work. Every-other night, I wash my hair (saves a good 30 minutes in the morning), and we are off to bed. In between, I execute our "Family Routines" list (i.e.: laundry on Tuesdays, garbages on Wednesdays, clean floors on Thursdays, clean bathrooms on Fridays, etc.) and snuggle Max. It's a crazy, but awesome, schedule! I finally feel, after 7 months, that we are in the groove. It works for us.
• It is CD26 for me. Mr. D and I did everything possible to make Baby #2 this month, and let me tell you, it is surreal to start the process of trying to get pregnant again. Tracking ovulation, thinking about BDing at the right time, wondering when to take a pregnancy test... it's so weird to be thinking about all of this stuff again. Mid-cycle, I mentioned something about purchasing more CBFM test sticks to Mr. D, and he looked at me like a deer in headlights after saying, "What? I haven't heard about this stuff for how long, and you expect me to understand what you just said?" I don't blame him... I had to re-educate myself, too. But, game on. I am not sure if I ovulated this month... my CBFM never showed a peak, but I could tell something was happening with my body. I've always ovulated late, so I know I have at least a week before I could test. Here's hoping we made a baby!
• I am SO GLAD it was a mild winter. Spring is definitely on its way, and I love the weather. Both of our families go to Florida for spring break each year, and this year, we didn't go, but we didn't need to - the winter was so mild that I never craved southern weather. Summer, here we come!

I'll post more in the next week once I am closer to figuring out when/if to test. Hope everyone is well and having a great week!

Love,

Mrs. D