I still can’t believe this is happening! And I would like to say first, how much I appreciate all the women on this board, and their wisdom. It truly has helped me get my right mindset about this pregnancy, and my ability to try and achieve the natural birth of this little one.
I’ll try to keep it as short as possible….but no promises!
I’m Kara, 28, married to Jeff, 35. We just celebrated our 3 year anniversary on the 18th. We met in December 2002 by total fate. At the time we met, I lived in Orlando, and I had sworn off men, (or so I thought ) due to a pretty rotten divorce. He lived about 1 ½ hours north of me, and was in Orlando on business. My best friend and best guy friend were at a local eatery/bar a few weeks before Christmas. Jeff was there, by chance, with his boss. We just all hit it off, and pretty soon hanging out and enjoying ourselves. There was something about Jeff that just drew me too him, and we became involved in our own conversation, like no one else was there. We said our goodbyes, and that was the end. No phone numbers, nothing.
I worked for a very large law firm, which was mentioned in our conversation at some point in time. The next day at work, I received the most beautiful roses I had ever seen. From Jeff. With the most beautiful card. It was just amazing, because I didn’t think I would ever see him again, even after the previous evening we had. From there on out, we kept in touch, and I don’t think we went a weekend without seeing one another.
In May, 2003, I decided that my daughter and I needed a change of scenery, and I also wanted to be closer to him. I moved myself, and my 3 year old daughter, 1 ½ hours north. It was a decision I will never regret.
Jeff has three children from his previous marriage. They are amazing kids, and they all get along just like “normal” blood brother and sisters do. Whenever we get comments out, or I’m asked how many kids I have, the normal reaction for me is 4. I love them just as they were my own.
Here is, from left to right, Emily, Timmy, Elayna & Shelbie from Christmas this past year. Timmy is 15, Shelbie is 12, Emily is 8, and Elayna is 7.
In February, 2005 Jeff proposed to me on the intercoastal waterway near Tampa. We had been talking about marriage, and looked at rings, but he totally caught me off guard. (He’s REALLY good at doing that!)
Since we both had formal weddings with our first marriage, and wanted to keep things as simple as possible, we decided to elope to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. It was a picture perfect wedding, with just Jeff, me, the preacher, nature, and God. We exchanged vows on a rock, in the middle of the Little Pigeon River.
I knew that I wasn’t ready to be done having kids, and Jeff is actually the one that brought the subject up. By October, 2005, I was off my birth control, and we figured we would be pregnant within a few months, since I obviously could get pregnant, and Jeff had 3 kids. Right? Oh, how wrong! 19 months later, I still wasn’t pregnant.
I finally went to the doctor. In May, 2007, I was diagnosed with PCOS. Started the Metformin, but that just made me sick as a dog. I stuck with it until October. October, I went back to my doctor, and we did a round of 50mg Clomid. Nothing but mood swings and hot flashes. November, round 2. 100mg of Clomid. I was in so much pain from ovulating; I thought I was going to die.
I had been using ovulation tests every month, and I had previously opened one of the free pregnancy tests on accident. I wasn’t even late for AF yet, had no symptoms, but decided to test for fun. Or so I thought. A few seconds after I laid the stick on the counter, I looked at it. 2 lines. 2 pink lines. I couldn’t believe it. I had always wanted to surprise Jeff in some special way, since it had taken us so long, and make it memorable. That all went out the window. I stuck my head out of our bedroom, and in the calmest voice possible asked him to come in the room to talk to me. He was in the middle of watching a show, and wanted to know if it could wait. HA! Uh, no…now please! He followed me into the bathroom, and I showed him the test. I was crying and shaking uncontrollably, and he was so confused! “What’s this mean?” he kept asking. And I said, through tears and drippy nose “I’m pregnant!” It was truly a magical moment. But I still didn’t believe it. I had him drive me to CVS at that very second, to get a digital. I wanted to see the word “pregnant.” We got it, and I peed on the stick, and it flashed a couple of times, and it said that pretty 8 letter word! I called the next day to schedule our first appointment.
At our appointment, they did and internal u/s. We saw one beautiful heartbeat…then another one. We knew this was a possibility with the fertility drugs and were willing to roll the dice. Our doctor told us not to get our hopes up, as the second did not look healthy, and he didn’t expect it to make it a couple of weeks. He scheduled us to come back for another u/s at 10 weeks, because he wanted to make sure the healthy one was developing as it should, and that the other was gone. At 10 weeks, the other was still there and had grown some, but not as much as it should have. We went back at 12 weeks, and it was no longer there. It was very hard to deal with, but we knew in our hearts that it happened for a reason.
My pregnancy has been totally uneventful. I was one of the few lucky ones with no morning sickness, my libido has stayed the same, if not increased, and I have only gained 7 pounds. Totally opposite from what happened with my daughter. I knew that it was a boy. I had his name picked out, his life planned, and the name of the baseball team Jeff was going to coach when he was old enough to play. Imagine the look on my face when, at 20 weeks, the u/s tech looked at us and said “It’s a girl! Congratulations!!” I put on my happy face, and made it all the way to the parking garage, before I started bawling. I was so happy to find out that she was healthy and developing as she should be, but I was really not prepared to hear that “he” was a “she.” I think I went through a period of grieving my dreams, but now, could not be happier. We have decided on the name Callie Elizabeth, and she is set up! I had my baby shower yesterday, and received lots of beautiful gifts. I had almost forgotten how fun it was to shop for a baby girl. Almost!
I think I’ll stop here for now. It’ll be amazing if anyone gets through all this! I’m not good at making long stories short, as you can see! I’ll save my DD’s birth story for another post, and the reasons I am so pro-natural now.
Here is my latest belly shot, which was 4 weeks ago. I need to update, I know!
That was so fun to read I look forward to following your story! You "knowing" you were having a boy cracked me up. Your wedding sounds like it was beautiful, I hope you can share some pictures! Thanks for the fun intro.
Great intro. You have a gorgeous family and adorable belly there! I was sure I was having a boy the first time too...and I was sad for the afternoon. But I couldn't have been more happy to have my DD...and actually girls have all the cute clothes anyway.
Great intro story! Yay for NCB!!!
That was a great intro!! How cute DH kept asking what the 2 pink lines mean. When you've tried for so long, sometimes even 2 pink lines can't convince you!! I also like to hear success stories from a fellow PCOSer. Congrats on the final few weeks and can't wait to start stalking your lodge!
Welcome to your lodge Kara! Great intro, thanks for sharing that with us. I was also POSITIVE that my DD was a boy. Couldn't have convinced me otherwise until she was born and I saw for myself! But yes, the girl clothes are too darn adorable, aren't they?
Looking forward to following your birth story!
Just now catching up! Great intro! Welcome to your lodge!