I never did a journal with my last pregnancy and now that I'm a mother I'm kind of disappointed that I didn't. I think I underestimated how much I would enjoy looking back on everything.
I really miss being pregnant. I love the feeling, I love the anticipation, I love the excitement!
My husband and I decided on 10/10/08 (my birthday) that we were going to start trying to conceive our second child. Mikael is 17 months old and we want our kids to be close in age. I believe that I ovulated around 10/12 based on my cycle, although I'm not certain. I don't remember having any symptoms of ovulation but then again I wasn't really paying attention. It figures that we decided 3 days before ovulation. Hopefully we made it in time.
I guess this means that we are officially in the two week wait. I will test around 10/24.
When Kevin and I started TTC our first time we told everyone. Both of our families and all of our friends knew that we wanted to get pregnant. And when we finally did, we told everyone. I want this time to be different.
I just talked to Kevin and we decided not to tell anyone that we are TTC. I think it would be a lot of fun to have our little secret, and then when we know for sure that we are pregnant, have our families over for dinner and tell them all together. Ideally I would like to wait until 12 weeks but I don't know if we will be able to hold out that long. If not then we may tell our families early but hold off on friends until then.
But then I don't want to get ahead of ourselves.
Last night was attempt #2 for this cycle. I told Kevin way ahead of time (like on my lunch break) that I thought I may be ovulating. Of course his response was "does that mean I get some tonight?". I told him that if he really wanted to try to get pregnant then yes. He pretended to be offended and said "Oh, so is that the only way I get any?". Yep, you're just a sperm donor at this point!
Kevin is a huge Philadelphia Phillies fan and the game was on last night. It started at 8:30 so I was hoping it would be over at 11:00. Fat chance. I went to bed at 11:30, cursing the Phillies for interfering with my TTC schedule. The game finally ended sometime after midnight. They won so of course he was in a really good mood. Needless to say he woke me up. I wasn't happy about it but if I really want to get pregnant, I guess I have to go with it. Can't someone just give me a turkey baster?