and the cat finally makes its way out of the bag..

Ok. So I have been a craptastic blogger as of late. But I have a good reason for it!

Most of you have been around long enough to know of our struggle to become parents. We've have four previous miscarriages, multiple treatments, surgeries, etc. all for the eventual great end result of a little one of our own one day.

We were supposed to start trying in September. Our doctor was going to use some fertility drug with this next pregnancy trial to see if we could possibly get a better result with some help.

Remember this classic Friends' moment?


That 97% effectiveness?

So true.


Not going to lie- I freaked out. I literally had to be talked out of a panic attack by my oh so perfect husband. After some calming words from him and my friend Donner, I was almost ready to handle my little positive pee stick. I had to realize that this is what all the work was for. Everything was for this result.

Needless to say, I didn't stop panicking. We went straight to the doctor for a blood draw and I proceeded to start bawling my eyes out again. Now I wasn't upset that I was pregnant, not at all. But I didn't think we were ready. It wasn't September, our doc didn't say "Go do it now!", there were no fertility drugs. I was freaking out.

My doc told me to go home and chill out. He'd do my worrying for me.

Right.

We got started on meds right away. I started progesterone suppositories right away, but they weren't getting my numbers up where they should have been, so we switched to a nightly shot of progesterone oil in my back. Ouch. I started HCG injections twice a week, heparin injections twice a day, and a whole slew of pills.

At 6 weeks we had our first ultrasound to check our progress.

Everything looked pretty good. Baby's heart was beating away at about 115 beats per minute. Dr. O saw some movement in the placenta which he wasn't sure about and said that the yolk sac was a bit abnormal. He then upped some of my meds and said he'd see me in a week.

Two days later, I had some bleeding.

Went right back in and saw the babe again. It had grown just as much as it should have in 2 days, and the problems we saw on the previous ultrasound seemed to be clearing up. The only thing the doc could think was that possibly I was having an immune problem and my immune system was attacking the baby. So on to immuno-suppressors I went.

I went back a little after 7 weeks and was a nervous wreck. I always seem to have my problems right about this time. Not this time. There was our babe bouncing around on the screen, heart beating at around 156 bpm!!


One week later with a heartbeat around 177 bpm.


Honestly? I'm still in freakin' shock. We're almost 13 weeks pregnant. We're going to have a baby in April. This is actually happening for us.

We are over the moon. I can't quit grinning (well now that I'm done with all the nice gross stuff- don't you worry, there's an all honesty prego post coming!), Mr. Perfect can't quit rubbing my stomach. We could care less if it's a boy or a girl. We just can't quit thanking God for our baby. This is our miracle. This is what we've been praying for since it seemed it wouldn't happen for us. This baby is such a blessing and we can't believe we've been given such an amazing gift!

I just wanted to thank you ladies for your constant encouragement through all this. I know when I've been at my lowest points, that I can always come to you guys for some much needed cheering up. You've been my rocks! I honestly can't wait to go down this next road with all ya'll right along with us!

And just for grins...


My 12 week belly. It's there, though I don't know how since the first trimester about killed me and wittled 9 pounds off my body with a quickness.

To be continued.. =)