Okie, here's part 2 of my intro :)
After having such an amazing birth experience with Alexa I was sold on NCB. Recovery was easy and, for the most part, Alexa took to breastfeeding like a champ. The only hard part was that DH only got one night off work because he had just started a new job. Nighttimes were hard -- DH would get up and help when needed but because of his work schedule I was pretty much flying solo on nighttime parenting duty. It was difficult as I was home with Alexa from about midnight on by myself & she was definitely one of those babes who had her days and nights ALL mixed up.
We knew we wanted more children eventually. Almost immediately I wondered if I had just been "lucky" or if I could ever have such a great birth experience again. I knew I definitely wanted to try, but someday later on for sure. We had originally thought that we would have children about 2 years apart, but when the time came that we would've needed to TTC we both knew that it was not the right time. I think it was more me than DH -- Alexa was still breastfeeding quite a lot, we coslept, and she was super attached to Mommy. I just couldn't imagine being pregnant again already. That along with some remodeling on our condo and wanting to sell & get a bigger house in the near future played a part in our decision to wait to TTC. We decided a three - year gap might suit us better.
In March of 2009 we sold our condo and in May we purchased our new home. We wanted to try for a spring or summer baby again so we decided to wait until after Alexa's 2nd birthday to TTC.
At the end of June we stopped using protection. I had gone off the mini-pill in January after AF came back (I really enjoyed not getting AF back until Alexa was almost 19months old!!!) and we had been using condoms. My cycles still weren't regular, although they were getting shorter. My first pp cycle was almost 60 days, the second 35, the third 34, and the fourth about 32 or 33 days I think. I figured things were getting back to normal so we might as well try. I also figured that, since my cycles weren't quite regulated, it might take awhile to get pregnant again. I'd heard many stories from people who got pregnant so easily their first time and then had difficulties conceiving their second. I was hoping that wouldn't happen, but definitely knew we couldn't bank on getting pregnant right out of the gate again.
In the middle of July we flew to Georgia for my MIL's surprise 60th birthday party. Everyone in the family went. My BIL's gf was pregnant (her LO was born in December) and so was my SIL (her LO was born end of January). We hadn't told anyone we were TTC and wanted to keep it that way. To my surprise, we weren't bombarded with questions of when we would have another. I thought that would come up for sure with all the other preggos around. While we were there I was super constipated. That was my first clue. When that happened I sort of *knew* I was pregnant, but I didn't want to really think so because I didn't want to be disappointed. My SIL was having a terrible time with her 18mth old son and I found myself tearing up and feeling bad for her. So, constipated and hormonal. On the flight home I was nauseous, but I attributed it to the turbulence. Also, I would only have been about 3 1/2 weeks along and my m/s with dd didn't kick in until 6 weeks along. When we got home I told DH that I was either getting the flu or I was pregnant. I held off on testing. I really didn't want to test too early again because of the early BFN I got with Alexa so I vowed that I wouldn't test until cd28. First thing in the morning of July 24 I took a HPT.
This is what I saw:
A faint positive, but a line for sure. I texted DH the pic and then asked him to pic of a digi test on the way home from work.
I was shocked that we got pregnant again on the first cycle trying. We got lucky again. This time around I was ecstatic we got pg right away. I didn't want to deal with the wondering if something was wrong, etc etc. I was still surprised though and a little "down" because DH and I had been getting along really well for the last month or so (I would say our relationship was probably the best it had been in a long time) and I knew that pregnancy seemed to throw a kink into our relationship because of stress, hormones, etc etc.
Like my earlier pregnancy this one has been pretty uneventful pregnancy-wise. We've had a lot of other stresses -- DH's work, having a toddler to parent while being tired and pregnant, financial woes, etc etc. I've been a lot sorer this pregnany. Like I said earlier I got m/s pretty much right away. I never got to the whole puking my guts out stage (in fact, haven't puked at all this pregnancy) but I sure felt like I wanted to about 101% of the time. Very early on in my pregnancy I had a lot of pubic pain. I mentioned something about it to my OB at my 12 or 16 week appointment and she said it was "normal, especially for 2nd pregnancies." By 24 weeks it was excruciating and the back of my hips were hurting quite bad as well. The NP referred me to a physical therapist and after just one session and a few stretches my pubic pain was gone. Turns out the right half of my pelvic bone had shifted downward quite dramatically sometime early on in my pregnancy and it had just been getting worse and worse. The stretches did the trick though and I have felt pretty good (minus normal pregnancy hip pain) since.
I passed my GD test with flying colors. I was careful to follow a good higher protein lower carb diet in my 1st and 2nd trimesters. I ate a good low carb lunch and passed my GD test with an 83. Since then I've been a bit (okay, a lot ;)) more lax with my diet. I really try to be more careful and eat higher protein, but lately carbs have been my best friend.
The biggest stresses have probably been in the last few weeks. During my 34th week the OB's office called to say that my OB had a family emergency and would be out of the office until after my EDD. I asked if I could switch to another provider, but they told me I had to see whomever was on call the days I already had my appts scheduled. I felt extremely put off. There had been a lot of dissatisfaction with my OB's office this pregnancy. I had felt rushed, assembly-lined through, and not listened to. I was surprised that the same OB who I had felt so great about with my last pregnancy had seemingly changed so much. She stressed that she preferred me to have an IV or Hep-Lock which really surprised me because with dd it had never been mentioned. After going over my birth plan with her (and her signing off on it without the Hep-Lock or IV) I was feeling better about things, but the call that she would be gone was a huge blow. I was very upset. DH didn't seem to understand at first, stating that wouldn't we just be with whomever was on-call unless we were delivering during office hours anyways? True, but besides the point. I told him that I felt like it was a sign that we were supposed to go with our gut and look into other care. We had thought about it numerous times during the course of the pregnancy and I just felt like we at least needed to explore other options. He agreed and that afternoon I called the MW's office. I set up a meet and greet with the MW for the next afternoon. I kept my OB appt for later that week and we decided we'd make a decision after both appointments.
The meet and greet with the MW was so different than my OB appts! I immediately felt more at ease. The MW started by saying that they all shared a common philosophy -- that birth was a natural process. I found out that pretty much everything I wanted in my birth plan was standard practice for them. I left the office feeling good and, I think, deep down my decision had already been made but I waited to go to the OB appt the next day.
Friday was a whirlwind. I ended up having to take Alexa to the dr in the morning and then we ate a quick lunch and headed to my OB appt. The OB came in and immediately asked if I'd had any complications in my previous pregnancy. I replied that I had been diagnosed with GD and she said "Well, THAT'S a complication!!!" and began harping me with questions about how big Alexa was, if I "felt" bigger this time around, and on and on. She didn't listen at all when I tried to tell her that my OB and I had both concluded by the end of the pregnancy that it was likely a false positive because my numbers were so low on the diet. We talked a little more and then I asked if all the OB's were on the same page bc mine had already signed off on my birth plan. She said, "Oh yea. I'd really like you to consider having an IV or Hep-Lock because when you're bleeding to death is a really bad time to place an IV." At that moment I knew I would never come back to that office. I just wasn't down with the whole "bleeding to death" comment.
We had to surrender our cat to the Humane Society later that afternoon. We'd had him for 11 years and it was very tough. He was being aggressive and pooping on the floor and keeping everyone up all night. I know it was the right decision for all of us, including the cat, but it was SO hard. A lot harder afterwards than I thought it would be. Basically I was in tears for about 2 days straight.
On the way back from the Humane Society we stopped by the MW office and I filled out the form to transfer my care and all medical records. I made all my appts. I walked the form over to the OB's office and said I needed it taken care of immediately. I called on Monday to make sure it was being taken care of. I called on Tuesday to check up on it again. I was almost 35 weeks pregnant and really didn't want my medical records in limbo. I wanted it taken care of pronto. Later Tuesday afternoon the office mgr of my OB's office called and asked what had happened. I told her everything. She apologized profusely that they hadn't scheduled me with one doc for my remaining 5 appts. She didn't seem to blink an eye at the bleeding to death comment. Really, the scheduling issue was the least on my mind then.
I'm so glad that we switched. My only regret is not doing it sooner. There were many times during the pregnancy that I felt something was "off" or I wasn't happy with how we were being treated. I should've taken the leap earlier. I really think the fact that I *did* have such a great experience with this OB earlier made me hang on and hope things would go back to that way. I've had 2 appts with the MWs so I've met with 3 of the 5 in the practice. I've really liked all of them.
I'll be 36 weeks tomorrow and have been having a ton of BH and been quite crampy and tired. I'd really like baby boy (oh yea, it's a boy -- Preston) to hang tight a couple more weeks at least. For one, DH doesn't have any vacation pay until the 19th. My house is a catastrophe -- between all the craziness of switching care, the cat, all 3 of us getting sick, and now being so crampy I have to take a break after just about anything the house has really suffered. I'd like to get it cleaned up before the baby comes. I need to pack my hospital bag and install the car seat (hoping to do both of those this weekend). And I'd really like to meet the other 2 MWs in case they are on call when I go into labor.
We'll see if he goes along with my plan ;). Alexa was born at 38+1 and I always sort of felt this little guy would be earlier, but I'm not banking on that otherwise he'll be nice and comfy and fashionably late. On the one hand with how sore and achey I have been this whole pregnancy I am SO ready. On the other hand, I'm not really ready at all! I feel a bit overwhelmed thinking about how we'll transform into a family of four. Alexa is VERY excited about being a big sister and talks to Preston all the time; I really hope she is as excited when he's actually here.
Hmmm...I think that's about it. Do you think I can close my eyes, snap my fingers and my house will be clean?? :ROFL: