11 Months In The Making

A few posts ago I hinted at some big news.  ZoeyJane and XBox both figured it out based on the contents of the trash that was emptied into the toilet

We are expecting!  Yay!  After 11 months of trying, we finally succeeded.

Positive Pregnancy Test

Positive Pregnancy Test

Looks like Ace is going to be a big brother.  😀

The official results will come this Friday when Momma goes to the doctor for the blood test, but 4 positive home pregnancy tests tells me that we will be neededing to buy another crib in the next few months.  😀

Venting……I just had to do it!!!

Okay so like the rest of you I’m hooked on xbox4nappyrash and his struggle to conceive a baby.  Apparently this is pretty common, at least in our house it is!  In case most of you forgot, or didn’t pay attention, we started “not trying” back in September 07.  Well here it is, May 08 and still nothing.  I got a little excited (I know I shouldn’t have) but when the old friend was 12 days late I let myself do it.  And look what happened, she arrived on Friday!!!  I hate it, and keep wishing it gone.

So here’s the deal, I went to the doctor last Tuesday to see what the hell was going or not going on. My doctor (love him!) was keeping his fingers crossed that a blood test would come back positive even  though two hpt’s were both negative.  So the news comes on Friday morning with the friend and no kidding, it’s a negative!  Then some lovely news to go with, my thyroid is jacked up!  My T3 and T4 levels are “way out of whack” according to the nurse and a follow up visit is required.  Not only required but mandatory. 

Let me give you the back story on the old thyroid.  After Ace was born, my thyroid swelled and my T3 and T4 levels went crazy, but this is “common” I’m told, after childbirth.  It’s called plain and simple, inflammation of the thyroid gland.  This is caused by my own immune system basically attacking my thyroid gland.  It is causing my levels to go sky high and then drop, and because of this, I cannot be diagnosed either hypo or hyperthyroid.  So when Ace was about 4 months old I started going to see a really great endocrinologist, one of the best in Columbus.  Here’s how that went:

Visit #1: Draw some blood, feel my throat, tell me things don’t appear to be that bad. (Leaving me with the hope that my PCP is just checking all the bases; my initial complaint was for dizziness and lightheadedness.) Follow up phone call: Ms H, your levels are not right, you must go see this specialist.

Visit #2: Draw some blood, go to the hospital for a scan.  The scan consisted of taking radioactive iodine laying on this bed and taking pictures of my thyroid to check for any abnormal growth.  Follow up phone call: Ms H, your levels are different than last time, but in the opposite direction, oh yeah and your thyroid is very enlarged, does this effect your swallow pattern? (Well now that you mention it, yes it does!)  You see, the average size of a thyroid gland is about as big as a guitar pick, mine on the other hand covers the entire front of my throat from left to right and top to bottom, this is problematic.

Visit #3: Draw some blood, go to the specialist again for an ultrasound of my thyroid gland to check for goiters and tumors.  Follow up phone call: Ms H, no goiters or tumors were found, just a very large gland, but we’ll continue to do blood work to figure out the next step.

Visit#4: Draw blood

Visit #5: Draw blood

Visit #6: Draw blood

Okay so all this happened over a period of 9 weeks, and what were the results, nothing, every-time they check my levels they are different and no where close to creating a pattern.  So the endocrinologist suggests drawing blood every 3 weeks indefinitely until they can decided what to do.  What momma suggested was to stop going to the doctor.  So this puts us at the end of September.  What does this have to do with getting pregnant?  Obviously everything!  My crazy thyroid is causing me to have very irregular cycles and from the home ovulation kits I’ve used, (2 months worth) it’s keeping me from ovulating.  No egg, no baby.  What now!  Well I have another doctor appointment on Monday, during which I will suggest just removing my gland (we’ll see how that goes over) and then I suppose I just sit and wait, what choice do I have!

It’s Official, We’re “Trying” To Conceive

“Trying” is in quotes because I don’t believe in “Trying” to conceive. I believe in doing two things…lack of prevention, and practice makes perfect.

I see so many people that get stressed out, depressed, and plumb crazy because they can’t get pregnant. I’ve seen relationships on the verge of destruction from having no luck. And that’s what it is…”Luck”.

Seriously, there are hundreds of things you can do to predict the perfect time to do the deed. You can monitor body temperature, read mucus patterns (yuck), rely on some electronic device to tell you the optimum time, and calculate the exact second the egg should be passing down the fallopian tube based off of the first day of her last period.

In all reality it is like throwing 1 billion darts all at once towards a target that is 100 yards away. Many of the darts hit each other and fall to the ground. Many of the darts get blocked by trees and other obstacles. Many of the darts are not straight and don’t fly well so they just flop a few feet in front of you. A few of the darts hit the target, but not the bulls-eye.

What if the wind changes direction? What if the target is moving? What if there is not even a target there this month? How do you calculate and adjust for these variables that you can not see or predict?

Geez! I thought that making the baby was supposed to be the fun part! 🙂 This sounds more like a crazy science experiment to me!

Here is the method that we used last time. It is simple, and it worked…

  • Stop using birth control
  • Have sex
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • Uh oh, Aunt Flow is visiting
  • Have sex
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • etc., etc…
  • Uh oh, did Aunt Flow go on vacation and no one told us?
  • Take home pregnancy test, negative
  • Oh ok, Aunt Flow was just late…no biggie.
  • Have sex
  • Have sex again
  • Have sex again
  • etc., etc…

Repeat this process until Aunt Flow doesn’t visit and the home pregnancy test comes back positive.

Not once did we stress, make a single calculation, or pay any attention to any kind of mucus…(I get the heeby jeebies just thinking about it). 😉

However, it did take us a while. If I remember right it was eight or nine months. We lived our lives just like any other day.

  • Woke up
  • Went to work
  • Came home
  • Had dinner
  • Went to sleep

…and did it all again the next day. Of course many of those days had a random “Got Busy” in the list, but it wasn’t predictable. It wasn’t a job… It wasn’t a scheduled thing… It was fun and enjoyable!

I plan on doing the exact same thing this time. Once Aunt Flow leaves we will be back to throwing darts! Eventually a dart has to hit the bullseye. Right?

Target Practice

We were on the way home from Grandma’s house and Momma pulled into the grocery parking lot.

I asked “Why are we going to the grocery at 10 o’clock at night?” Momma said, “I need you to buy me something.” I asked, “Let me guess…tampons?”

Usually when she asks me to buy her something and doesn’t specify what it is…she needs tampons, but not this time.

“Nope.” she says.

I knew there was only one other thing that it could be. I said, “Pregnancy test?” in a soft, yet surprised voice. She nods her head, “Yes.”

So there I go walking to the pregnancy test/condom section of the neighborhood grocery store. I grab the first pink box that catches my eye and proceed to checkout.

Once home, Momma does her thing with the stick and the pee, and three minutes later….one line…negative.

Now it is not official yet, but we have been playing with the idea of trying to get pregnant again. We’ve been enjoying the practice. If we were shooting bows and arrows we would have been pulling back the string and just before letting go…purposely shooting the arrow into the sky…if ya know what I mean. 🙂 A few times we slipped and didn’t aim quite high enough though. So “the scare”…was warranted. 😉

We’ll see. Maybe in the near future I will have an official announcement about trying to conceive.