Somebody over here at U Rock Girl has a bun in the oven and we’re so excited! And when you hear the story behind it all, you will see what a blessing and a miracle it truly is. As a result of this big life change, it has inspired me to write a weekly piece on different aspects of pregnancy – for those of you who are currently pregnant, trying to get pregnant, or are trying to shed that baby weight. And speaking of weight, I mean wait – I won’t make you wait any longer to find out who I’m talking about…. it’s me!
First of all, a few facts you need to know about me. I’m 40 (and fabulous!) with twin 13 1/2 year old boys and an almost 11 year old boy. Having another child was nowhere in our plans. With three kids, our lives were very full.
When my husband and I got married 16 years ago, we knew that starting a family would be a high priority. I got off the pill and we tried. And tried. And nothing happened. I never got a period, which means I wasn’t ovulating. We visited different doctors. One diagnosed me with hypothyroidism and we were hopeful that getting my thyroid working properly would do the trick. No luck. We saw the fertility specialist and ran a bunch of tests. Nothing remarkable to suggest why we were struggling with infertility, except I wasn’t getting a period. So we tried Artificial Insemination. Four tries, four failures. Our next hope was In Vitro Fertilization (IVF). Every day my husband gave me injections to make my ovaries hyper-produce eggs (I hate shots – always have, always will). Every day I had to have blood tests and ultrasounds to monitor my progress. On the day of the egg retrieval, I was also scheduled to have a laparoscopy so they could see if there were any cysts or other anatomical reasons that I wasn’t able to conceive naturally. Fortunately, they found something – I had cysts weighing down both fallopian tubes, making it impossible for the egg to be picked up and transported. The doctor cut them out and I was so hopeful that if we wanted more children in the future then our problems would be over. The procedure went well and then the 2-week waiting game was on. That was the worst time ever – waiting and hoping, hoping and waiting. The day after my father’s birthday we found out – we were pregnant! A few weeks later we found out it was twins. Not only were we trying to digest the fact that we were finally pregnant, now we were trying to grasp the concept of twins.
It was a difficult pregnancy, marked by bedrest, sudden-onset severe preeclampsia, and a pre-term birth. I was glad I had made it to 35 weeks and was able to deliver my babies. With early delivery comes complications. Both were under 5 pounds and one of them had to be taken to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) for immature lung development, where he stayed for a week. Today, I am happy to say, they are both healthy, thriving boys.
When the boys were almost two, we decided to go for another baby. Months of unprotected sex hadn’t done us any good, so we went off to the fertility doctor yet again. This time we cut to the chase and went straight to IVF, where on our second try we were successful and with only one baby. Another healthy boy to add to our family. We were done.
Over the past almost 11 years since his birth I rarely got a period. I was thrilled, as this meant no ovulation and no worry about getting pregnant. I had my own built-in birth control. Until recently. In the last 2-3 years, my body has decided to play a little joke on me and have a period once or twice a year. Ha ha. I though it was peri-menopause, as 40 is definitely the age to experience this. But I never thought I’d get pregnant. That is until this past June when I suddenly didn’t feel well. I was kind of nauseous all day long. I never got sick, but just felt horrible. And tired. And nothing I normally ate tasted good. I wanted tutti-fruti jelly bellies and cinnamon graham crackers all day long. My girlfriends joked, “maybe you’re pregnant?” and then we’d laugh and laugh, knowing my history and how slim of a chance that would be. After 10 days of feeling like crap, I drove over to the pharmacy and bought the cheapest pregnancy test I could find. I brought it home and took it the next morning. After a 2-minute wait, imagine my surprise when it came back positive! I just laughed and felt my heart start to pound. I slowly walked downstairs where my husband was cooking breakfast for the kids and placed the test in front of him. We just looked at each other and laughed and cried in a state of utter disbelief. I went to the doctor that day who confirmed the pregnancy with another test and an ultrasound that showed a heart beat. I was still in a state of shock.
Now I am 15 1/2 weeks along and we are loving every minute of this miracle. I’ve always believed that things in life happen for a reason and I’m convinced that this blessing has been bestowed upon us is for a reason that we don’t yet know. But I am convinced that this baby is destimed for greatness and will change all of our lives for the better.
Oh yeah…it’s another boy!