I can't believe I'm posting over here! I have a fairly lengthy TTC journal, which I have bittersweet feelings about leaving. But we have a new beginning and here I am!
My name is Ruth (31) and DH is Al (almost 29). We've been married for the best five years of my life. You could say we were college sweethearts, but we were really just friends. We met when he was a freshman and I was a senior and he just felt like my little brother for a long time. I stuck around after graduation and we continued our friendship. We got a lot closer during his senior year and finally realized (although several of our friends figured it out before we did) that our feelings went deeper than friendship. Long story short, we were married about a year after he graduated and I feel like I am absolutely the most fortunate woman in the world. I have no idea how I got this lucky, but I'm just grateful and try not to question it.
We really enjoyed our time pre-children and I was even reluctant to want to start a family and "ruin" our relationship. Al was ready before me, believe it or not. So we decided to give it a shot the day I graduated with my masters. I knew my mother and sister both had terrible, terrible m/s and I wanted to finish school first. I've always had extremely regular cycles and we both come from a very fertile bunch - 5 unplanned pregnancies between my parents and Al's parents. I was shocked when we got a BFN. Then another. Then another one. Convinced that something was wrong, I finally booked an appointment with an RE and went through the gamut of tests. A few mild issues came up with me (slight blockage in my right tube and one slightly elevated hormone) but nothing that would really explain the infertility. So I did a cycle of clomid and we did an IUI. BFP! I was so excited. Alas, the pregnancy was ectopic and it was a nightmare. We had a forced 3 month break and tried one natural cycle. Then we did clomid and the IUI again. BFP! This time I'm pretty sure we have a keeper. :D HCG levels were great and our first u/s at 6 weeks showed a singleton (thank God!) in the RIGHT place, with a beating heart. I cried.
I was 7 weeks yesterday. The m/s hit pretty hard right around 6 weeks. I only vomited once, but that was actually right before AF was due and I think it was probably my body adjusting to being pregnant. I'm exhausted. It's comparable to mono. It's Saturday and I've taken two naps and haven't done one productive thing today. Shocking, if you know my personality and usual energy level. My house is a disaster and I MUST do laundry today or we'll be wearing formals to work next week.
I have blood sugar issues (low blood sugar) and this pregnancy thing is making things more difficult to deal with. I need to eat about every 1/2 hour or I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks. But I have to be careful what I eat and how much or I'll feel sick. Despite the almost constant nausea, starvation feelings and much more frequent eating, I've lost three pounds. I'm sure I'll put it back on and then some, though.
I'm trying REALLY hard not to complain. I have so many friends who struggle with infertility and we also waited a really long time for this. I know that this is a gift - a miracle, no less - and that this nausea, starvation and exhastion will pass (soon, I hope!). I'm trying to enjoy this pregnancy and be grateful for this gift from God.