Another May mommy with a lodge! Wow! It's not going to be long until we take over the board.
Welcome to your lodge!
OK an intro...I'll try to sum up my life story to this point without making it into a novel
DH and I are from the same hometown but attended rival HS's. We first met at my HS graduation party (joint party with several friends) and found I was going to his university that fall - him as a senior, me as a freshman obviously.
Brian = serious senior trying to finish up and get OUT
Laura = definitely not mature enough for college yet! The fact that I pulled a 0.0 my first semester can attest to that!
Fast-forward 2 years and we were engaged. I had transferred to a college that was close to home and finally saw it as my "job" to get good grades, finish, and get a job! We were married on May 17, 1997 (so don't laugh at my pouffy wedding gown or the Cinderella bridesmaids dresses!). I was 20, he was 24. We had a very traditional Catholic mass.
Since I had 2 years of school left and wanted to get my master's, and we wanted to get out of debt and into a house, we put children on the back burner for awhile. I finished undergrad (*** laude, thankyouverymuch!), started teaching public school, and started work on my M.Ed. We bought our house and enjoyed our life as just the 2 of us. Finished my master's and we felt at 7 years into our marriage it was finally time to start a family! Our parents were relieved as we are the oldest children and our younger sibs weren't showing signs of settling down anytime soon!
Having no prior history of infertility issues, we assumed we'd get pregnant on the first cycle. Not even close I was using OPKs (didn't know about charting then) and we just kept turning up BFNs. It was very frustrating, especially since we dorked and told practically everyone that we were TTC. I got so tired of people hanging on every possible symptom and jumping in with "Are you pregnant?" Five months into our TTC journey we found out why I hadn't gotten pregnant. The Indian Ocean tsunami hit and I felt *so* compelled to go there and do something. I can't explain it b/c it's never happened before and hasn't happened since. Our church was putting teams together to go assist in a small fishing village on Sumatra, Indonesia that had suffered about a 70% loss of life. Not a single building was left standing in this village and every family had lost at least 1 member. These people were hurting so badly. It was a long shot that I'd get chosen to go b/c they were sending 3 teams of 10 men and 2 women each (cultural reasons for sending so few women) and there were HUNDREDS of people who applied to go. The phone call came a week later that I was heading to Indonesia in early March '05! It was an incredible experience!! Since I was pumped full of so many vaccines, anti-malarials, and had to go on BC while I was there (AF was scheduled to come the day we left and I was NOT messing with that in the absense of plumbing!) my OB wanted me to wait 3 months before TTC. ::sigh:: So we lost more time. I have to admit, we weren't careful, but we weren't trying either.
In August of '05, which marked a year since we started TTC, DH was on a mission. My OB had told us that her first line of infertility testing started with the husband. She said it was easy and noninvasive to perform a sperm count. Brian did NOT want to go in the room with a little cup so he made it his job to get me knocked up! Over Labor Day weekend with AF 3 days late, and daring not to get our hopes up again, I took an HPT. Got a BFP almost immediately. I remember calling a friend to verify that you can get false negatives but not false positives - that I hadn't possibly screwed up and peed on the stick too long.
I had a fairly easy pregnancy. I *loved* every minute of it and couldn't wait until our daughter, Emma Claire, made her arrival. Going into the pregnancy I knew I wanted an epidural - if we have the meds, why not use 'em? Plus, everyone else I knew had an epi w/ no problems. I just wanted to go into labor spontaneously, deliver vaginally and get a good start with breastfeeding. I was blessed with all 3! DD made her entrance after 7 hours of active labor and under 20 minutes of pushing on May 16, 2006 (the day before our 9th anniversary). This is the point at which I became a SAHM.
We fell in love with this little person and couldn't wait to do it all over again. Pregnancy is addictive that way for some women, I think. We set our sights on TTC when DD turned a year old, but pushed that back a few months b/c we were going to Hawaii in August '07 to celebrate our 10th anniversary! I racked up frequent flyer miles on my mission trip and Brian had accumulated a ton of Marriott points through business travel so it was virtually a free trip! DD stayed home with our parents alternating coming to our house to stay with her. That part was HARD, but I couldn't imagine taking a 15 m.o. on a trip like that.
Since I had been charting, I knew exactly when I was fertile. A few weeks before Hawaii, on an EWCF day I said to DH, "You know, I have EWCF today?" (what every man wants to hear ). I followed that up with, "Ya wanna practice?" What red-blooded man wouldn't turn down that offer? So we did. On our first day in Hawaii we went to Walmart to stock up on lunch items and I knew I was either pregnant (temp went up morning we left plus my gag reflex was really sensitive) or that I'd need tampons in a few days. I bought an HPT and took it when we got back to our hotel. Guess what???
A few pics from our trip:
So that brings me to THIS pregnancy. Hmm...not as "cute" as my first: m/s was much worse, I had a gush of bright red blood at 11 weeks (subchorionic hemorrage resolving itself), brown bleeding for 2 weeks following that, SPD and SI pain, varicose veins from h*ll, we listed and sold our house then moved into a new one in January...but Sarah Catherine will be worth every bit of it I am sure I knew early on that I wanted to pursue a med-free labor and birth. Through research, I've learned that I was darn lucky that things went as smoothly as they did with my first L&D. The cascade of interventions absolutely terrifies me and I am determined to do this without drugs being pumped into my body. My mindset doing this has changed from "because I think I can get through it without meds" to "there's no way I'm letting them near me with all of their interventions!"
What I don't understand is why people feel free to tell me how crazy I am and question why I am doing this, but I dare not question someone else for scheduling an induction or repeat c-section for convience or for a "big baby". The double standard pisses me off.
Parts of this pregnancy have flown by and parts have dragged by. All in all, I feel kind of like I've missed it. So now that we're down to the very end, I'm trying very hard to savor every moment b/c it might be my last.
Oh my, it *is* a novel! If you got this far, thanks for reading and if you didn't, I totally understand!
What a great intro!!! I love that you helped out with the tsunami efforts. What an experience, bravo woman!
Your pictures are beautiful and I can't wait to see this next little lady. That picture of you lying with your DD in the hospital bed is too adorable.
welcome to your lodge!!! and what a wonderful story
Laura congrats & welcome to your lodge. I love the intro, it's great to put some info to a name.
Welcome and congratulations! Great intro and beautiful pictures. I'm looking forward to following your journey!
DS Jacob 12/12/06
DS Nathaniel 6/5/08
Welcome to your lodge! Even though I knew your story and had seen those pics it was a blast to read it again! I'm really excited to be going through this journey with you a second time.