Ok, I debated on writing this post this week, because of the IF (infertility) community visiting my blog, but I do not hide the fact that I am suffering from SECONDARY infertility, meaning I already have one baby...so let me tell you about how we got pregnant the first time....NO...I know how babies are MADE...and not sharing THAT story...just read LOL.
We had been married for 5 years before we started trying to get pregnant, but I knew we were going to have problems because I had never had regular cycles before. I was 25 and My Love was 27. I had been on birth control since I was 17. I had been on the Depo shot for about a year when we decided to try and my Dr. had told me that it could take up to a year to get pregnant after getting off of the shot...well, one year later, I had never even had a period...hmmm...problem! (At this point, I wasn't that worried, but wanting to get started so I went to the Dr.)
I went through many blood tests and was sent to an Endocrinologist and diagnosed with PCOS very quickly. I was put on Metformin (for PCOS) and Provera (to start my cycle). My OB had prescribed me Clomid and I had the prescription in my junk drawer at home because we wanted to try ONE MORE MONTH by ourselves first. Well, after JUST two cycles of Provera and Metformin, we were pregnant!
I knew it, before I even took a test. My breasts hurt so bad, like they had been used as punching bags, and they had never hurt before. I took a test at 2am because I couldn't sleep, not knowing and when it came out positive I was scared. Shitless.
Oh My God...did I really want a baby right now? We had such a great life! We traveled, we partied...this was going to change everything! How was I going to tell my husband? Do I wake him up? No...if I wake him, he'll be up all night and be grumpy in the morning...ok...go to the computer.
I went upstairs to our computer room and looked up my due date, July 17th, 2007 and what the baby was doing that week (LOVE BABYCENTER)! I looked up cute ways to tell my husband, I was beginning to get excited, instead of scared...this could be a great thing, right?!?!
He looked up at me and said: "You're pregnant?"
Me: "Ummm...we're BOTH having a baby"
Him: "Oh...yeah...we have to call our parents!"
So, at about 6am, my parents get a phone call from my husband stating we were pregnant, and then we got ready to go to work, I worked with his parents, where he proceeded to announce to them that we were pregnant...and then, then it was real...and it was wonderful!
Fast forward: that was the ONLY time I've been pregnant and it resulted in my gorgeous little girl! Her birth story will come later...it's an interesting one...
This is one of the reasons I never, EVER thought it could take this long to make another baby...to see two lines on a test again...to bless my daughter with a sister or brother...
How long will we have to wait??