5 weeks, 5 or 6 days
I had a doctor's appointment this morning at the ungodly hour of 8:15am. I'm not seeing my midwives until 10 weeks, so I wanted to get a prescription for Diclectin before I get sick, and a referral for an early ultrasound. It's weird to get pregnant like a normal person and not have an early viability ultrasound at a fertility clinic. I can't wait until 12 weeks for an ultrasound, so I'm hoping I can get in within the next two weeks. I just have to wait for a call back from the hospital.
I had gotten prenatal bloodwork done back at 17DPO when I made this appointment because my GP wanted to confirm my pregnancy before seeing me. My beta HCG was only 202, which is much lower than I thought it would be at 17DPO, and way lower than it was with my other two pregnancies. But my test lines are still getting darker (they are extremely dark now, way darker than the control line), so I'm not worried. I just wanted to know what the number was out of curiosity. And when I think about it, my OPKs weren't even positive yet at 12DPO, so my levels would have still been pretty low at that point. I think 202 is still normal, and it would mean my levels had been more than doubling since the 12DPO point when they would have been under 25 (because of the negative OPKs)
My doctor has never really prescribed Diclectin before, so he didn't quite know what he was doing. I told him I had to take 5 per day in my last two pregnancies, and I don't think he was thinking clearly because he ended up prescribing me 60 pills, with one repeat. Which will last me 24 days. Whoop dee do. How helpful. Haha.
My midwives ended up also giving me a prescription for Diclectin, but it is for 4 a day, and 3 months worth. I'm just going to go with that one, and I'm seeing them in 4 weeks so it shouldn't be a problem if I need a renewal.
I'm not actually feeling sick yet at all, but when it hits, it hits like a ton of bricks with very little warning. Which is why I wanted the prescription in hand already.
I hope I get a call about an ultrasound appointment today. I don't expect to get in until next week or the week after, I just want to know when my appointment will be!
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Our Family Right Now
Since it's been awhile, I wanted to post a quick update on the status of our family. This is our most recent family picture, on Christmas Eve, 2015.
Justin is 34, teaching across the street from our house, as he has been for almost 3 years.
Noah just turned 6 on March 18. He loves Minecraft more than anything and is still super crazy smart. We're unschooling, but he is so good at everything mathematical, and about two months ago, without ever being taught, he suddenly started reading really well. If I had to give him a grade level, I'd say he's a grade 2 level. His skills are about equal to all of the average grade 2 students I taught. He's so sensitive and loving, and he's super excited to be having another baby. Yesterday I overheard him talking to Justin and he said "Dad? At first I was excited that Mom was having a baby. But then I remembered seeing a video of someone giving birth, and it seems like it would be really painful. So now I feel really bad for Mom."
This was Noah on a really beautiful day in November. So kind of an old picture, but I don't have any really nice more recent ones.
Isaiah is 3.5 years old (turned 3 last September). He is super enthusiastic about everything. He LOVES super heros with a passion, and always wants Justin to "BE BATMAN!" (said in a yell) and he pretends to be Robin. He also loves to play with our baby dolls, who he named Okanawa, George, Pink Baby, and Purple Baby. He is always asking me questions that make zero sense, but wanting me to reply as if they do. He is so adorable, and is definitely the "baby" of the family. When we told him we were having a baby he wasn't too happy at first, but he got over that quickly and now he asks to see my baby about ten times a day. Each time he gently pats and rubs my tummy with this giant smile on his face and says, "Whoaaa, your tummy is so huuuuge!"
He is nothing like Noah was at this age. He has almost no interest in anything that would be considered "academic." He still can't reliably count to ten (he starts to mess up around 7), only knows 2 or 3 letters, and still mispronounces a lot of words (particularly using the "w" sound for S and F). I'm not at all worried, because he is clearly an intelligent human, and I know that Noah knowing all the letters, upper case and lower case, and all their sounds before he was even 2 was not normal. Isaiah will get there, and when you're 3, none of it matters.
He potty trained almost a year ago when he was about 2 years and 8 months. It happened later than it did with Noah, but when it happened it only took a day. No struggles at all. He is still nursing, but he stopped nursing overnight all on his own last May when he was 2.75 years old. Yeah, it kind of took awhile, but I didn't have to do anything to make it happen, and I'm all about taking the path of least resistance. We still cosleep, and he sleeps really well at night now and rarely needs me anymore if he does wake up. Sometimes he will ask to hold my hand, but that's been happening less and less (although it did happen two nights ago). And it's not bothersome, since he's right beside me.
Both kids love their weekly gymnastics lessons. The local gymnastics club puts on lessons specifically for the homeschoolers that are the same as they offer to the public, but like half the price. And they're during the day, so its nice to get things done when Justin is working. We also do other activities with local homeschoolers, such as field trips, Lego Club, swimming lessons, soccer, etc.
So that's what we've been up to. Life has gotten pretty "easy" with slightly older kiddos, and we know we're in for it starting right back at the beginning with another baby. But it'll likely be our last one, so we're going to enjoy it!
Justin is 34, teaching across the street from our house, as he has been for almost 3 years.
Noah just turned 6 on March 18. He loves Minecraft more than anything and is still super crazy smart. We're unschooling, but he is so good at everything mathematical, and about two months ago, without ever being taught, he suddenly started reading really well. If I had to give him a grade level, I'd say he's a grade 2 level. His skills are about equal to all of the average grade 2 students I taught. He's so sensitive and loving, and he's super excited to be having another baby. Yesterday I overheard him talking to Justin and he said "Dad? At first I was excited that Mom was having a baby. But then I remembered seeing a video of someone giving birth, and it seems like it would be really painful. So now I feel really bad for Mom."
This was Noah on a really beautiful day in November. So kind of an old picture, but I don't have any really nice more recent ones.
Isaiah is 3.5 years old (turned 3 last September). He is super enthusiastic about everything. He LOVES super heros with a passion, and always wants Justin to "BE BATMAN!" (said in a yell) and he pretends to be Robin. He also loves to play with our baby dolls, who he named Okanawa, George, Pink Baby, and Purple Baby. He is always asking me questions that make zero sense, but wanting me to reply as if they do. He is so adorable, and is definitely the "baby" of the family. When we told him we were having a baby he wasn't too happy at first, but he got over that quickly and now he asks to see my baby about ten times a day. Each time he gently pats and rubs my tummy with this giant smile on his face and says, "Whoaaa, your tummy is so huuuuge!"
He is nothing like Noah was at this age. He has almost no interest in anything that would be considered "academic." He still can't reliably count to ten (he starts to mess up around 7), only knows 2 or 3 letters, and still mispronounces a lot of words (particularly using the "w" sound for S and F). I'm not at all worried, because he is clearly an intelligent human, and I know that Noah knowing all the letters, upper case and lower case, and all their sounds before he was even 2 was not normal. Isaiah will get there, and when you're 3, none of it matters.
He potty trained almost a year ago when he was about 2 years and 8 months. It happened later than it did with Noah, but when it happened it only took a day. No struggles at all. He is still nursing, but he stopped nursing overnight all on his own last May when he was 2.75 years old. Yeah, it kind of took awhile, but I didn't have to do anything to make it happen, and I'm all about taking the path of least resistance. We still cosleep, and he sleeps really well at night now and rarely needs me anymore if he does wake up. Sometimes he will ask to hold my hand, but that's been happening less and less (although it did happen two nights ago). And it's not bothersome, since he's right beside me.
Both kids love their weekly gymnastics lessons. The local gymnastics club puts on lessons specifically for the homeschoolers that are the same as they offer to the public, but like half the price. And they're during the day, so its nice to get things done when Justin is working. We also do other activities with local homeschoolers, such as field trips, Lego Club, swimming lessons, soccer, etc.
So that's what we've been up to. Life has gotten pretty "easy" with slightly older kiddos, and we know we're in for it starting right back at the beginning with another baby. But it'll likely be our last one, so we're going to enjoy it!
It's Been Too Long, and Things Are Changing
I haven't posted (or logged in) in 2 years. I always wish I did, because so much happens and I no longer record any of it (unless you count Facebook statuses). It's just hard to find the time. Seriously, as I'm sitting here trying to type this post, Noah is standing beside me and won't stop talking to me ("Imagine if we had to walk to the cottage? Can you imagine how long that would take? Do you think we're ever going to make videos on YouTube? I think we will. If we did I think I would..."). It makes typing coherent sentences a little difficult.
I'm hoping that will change for the next little while, because.... drum roll...
I'M PREGNANT.
What? I know. We did it all on our own this time, no fertility treatments. It's something I always knew could happen, but I thought it would happen when I was, like, 40, and definitely didn't want any more kids. We WANTED this baby. And I'm only 31.
We'd been trying. For over two years, actually. It felt pointless, but I just couldn't make myself call my clinic. They've got completely new staff and my doctor is no longer practicing, so it would be like figuring out a completely different clinic. Plus it's an hour away and would be so time consuming and emotionally consuming. The idea of going there was giving me anxiety. I had almost resigned myself to the fact that we would only have two kids.
We only did it ONCE the cycle I got pregnant, because we've been dealing with a LOT of illnesses in our house. The one time we did it we probably shouldn't have, because Justin was just starting to get sick. But we wanted to, so we did. And it happened to be the day before I ovulated. And after 8 years of never using birth control and trying our hardest but never getting pregnant, that one fluke time that we basically did it just because we wanted to and not because we didn't want to miss ovulation, I get pregnant.
I was SUPER sick when I found out. Sicker than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't swallow, I couldn't even talk. It was the day I was supposed to get my period (I always get it at 12DPO). The two days beforehand I had gotten a tiny bit of brown spotting on a few occasions when I wiped, so I was kind of thinking that my period was REALLY wanting to come. So I figured I'd have it right away in the morning.
It was 5am and I still didn't have my period. No big deal, I still had all day to get it. But the spotting the last couple of days, and the fact that I had that but my period hadn't arrived yet made me think I should test. I hadn't slept all night anyway because I was in too much pain.
I started by taking ovulation tests, because that's what I do. Two different brands, because one of them is more sensitive than the others. Neither of them was actually positive. The more sensitive brand was maybe getting close, but the other brand definitely wasn't.
Still, I felt compelled to use an HPT. I dipped it in and sat there watching it with my iPhone flashlight. I don't know why, but I was expecting it to turn positive.
And then it did.
And I just sat there staring at it like "Are you kidding me?" I was surprised, but I wasn't surprised. I always thought we'd get pregnant on our own one day, but at the same time I never thought it would happen. My mind has always been filled with a dichotomy of thoughts on the topic.
Anyway, it was 5am and Justin was still sleeping (he cosleeps with Noah, I cosleep with Isaiah). He gets super red eyes if he wakes up too early, and I didn't want to wake up Noah, so I just texted him to let me know when he was awake.
In the meantime I texted two girlfriends, Corey and Kayla. Corey was up nursing her baby at 6am so she was the first person I told. Kayla was shortly after.
Justin woke up around 7am and texted me that he was awake and going to the bathroom. So, super sick me hobbled to the kitchen and waited for him, sitting in a chair. When he came out of the bathroom he said "What's up?)
I had no voice, and no energy for any fanfare, so I just whispered, "I'm pregnant."
He said, "Whatever."
I whispered, "No seriously, I'm pregnant."
He said, "No you're not."
I whispered, "Yes, I am."
He said, seriously, "Why are you messing with me?"
I whispered, (and it was extremely hard to whisper this many words) "I'm not messing with you, I am actually pregnant. Here's the test."
And then he had his hands on his chest saying, "What?! How?! We only did it once!! Oh my goodness!! You're pregnant?!" He was insanely excited and I was just sitting there, feeling like I'm dying, wishing I could muster together enough energy and enthusiasm to act really excited.
It took a little while to sink in, but I definitely has. I'm 5.5 weeks pregnant now. At 4 weeks pregnant I had a flat stomach and a 6 pack. This was me in the MORNING on the day I turned 5 weeks (I'm much bigger in the evenings). I hadn't even showered yet, but I wanted to see how my maternity jeans fit.
Just like with the other two, I am growing insanely quickly. I don't really understand why this happens to me. My uterus does get big very very quickly, but I don't get why I immediately get so much bloat higher in my abdomen as well. It never disappeared with my other two pregnancies, so I don't expect it to this time.
Because I haven't been seeing a fertility clinic, this pregnancy doesn't have the same level of monitoring that my previous pregnancies have had. Because of that I've taken like 15 pregnancy tests, and as of this morning the lines are still getting much darker every time I take a test!
As for symptoms - at 5.5 weeks my big symptoms are major fatigue, bloating, and very sore boobs. I had a lot of aversions last week, but they're not so bad anymore so I think it might have been a strange symptom of my illness. I'm still getting over it and it's been 2.5 weeks since I got sick.
So, this is why I'm back. I documented by first two pregnancies very closely, and I've enjoyed being able to look back at what happened when with both pregnancies. Hopefully I can pop in once in awhile to record what happens with this little Bambino.
I'm hoping that will change for the next little while, because.... drum roll...
I'M PREGNANT.
What? I know. We did it all on our own this time, no fertility treatments. It's something I always knew could happen, but I thought it would happen when I was, like, 40, and definitely didn't want any more kids. We WANTED this baby. And I'm only 31.
We'd been trying. For over two years, actually. It felt pointless, but I just couldn't make myself call my clinic. They've got completely new staff and my doctor is no longer practicing, so it would be like figuring out a completely different clinic. Plus it's an hour away and would be so time consuming and emotionally consuming. The idea of going there was giving me anxiety. I had almost resigned myself to the fact that we would only have two kids.
We only did it ONCE the cycle I got pregnant, because we've been dealing with a LOT of illnesses in our house. The one time we did it we probably shouldn't have, because Justin was just starting to get sick. But we wanted to, so we did. And it happened to be the day before I ovulated. And after 8 years of never using birth control and trying our hardest but never getting pregnant, that one fluke time that we basically did it just because we wanted to and not because we didn't want to miss ovulation, I get pregnant.
I was SUPER sick when I found out. Sicker than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't swallow, I couldn't even talk. It was the day I was supposed to get my period (I always get it at 12DPO). The two days beforehand I had gotten a tiny bit of brown spotting on a few occasions when I wiped, so I was kind of thinking that my period was REALLY wanting to come. So I figured I'd have it right away in the morning.
It was 5am and I still didn't have my period. No big deal, I still had all day to get it. But the spotting the last couple of days, and the fact that I had that but my period hadn't arrived yet made me think I should test. I hadn't slept all night anyway because I was in too much pain.
I started by taking ovulation tests, because that's what I do. Two different brands, because one of them is more sensitive than the others. Neither of them was actually positive. The more sensitive brand was maybe getting close, but the other brand definitely wasn't.
Still, I felt compelled to use an HPT. I dipped it in and sat there watching it with my iPhone flashlight. I don't know why, but I was expecting it to turn positive.
And then it did.
And I just sat there staring at it like "Are you kidding me?" I was surprised, but I wasn't surprised. I always thought we'd get pregnant on our own one day, but at the same time I never thought it would happen. My mind has always been filled with a dichotomy of thoughts on the topic.
Anyway, it was 5am and Justin was still sleeping (he cosleeps with Noah, I cosleep with Isaiah). He gets super red eyes if he wakes up too early, and I didn't want to wake up Noah, so I just texted him to let me know when he was awake.
In the meantime I texted two girlfriends, Corey and Kayla. Corey was up nursing her baby at 6am so she was the first person I told. Kayla was shortly after.
Justin woke up around 7am and texted me that he was awake and going to the bathroom. So, super sick me hobbled to the kitchen and waited for him, sitting in a chair. When he came out of the bathroom he said "What's up?)
I had no voice, and no energy for any fanfare, so I just whispered, "I'm pregnant."
He said, "Whatever."
I whispered, "No seriously, I'm pregnant."
He said, "No you're not."
I whispered, "Yes, I am."
He said, seriously, "Why are you messing with me?"
I whispered, (and it was extremely hard to whisper this many words) "I'm not messing with you, I am actually pregnant. Here's the test."
And then he had his hands on his chest saying, "What?! How?! We only did it once!! Oh my goodness!! You're pregnant?!" He was insanely excited and I was just sitting there, feeling like I'm dying, wishing I could muster together enough energy and enthusiasm to act really excited.
It took a little while to sink in, but I definitely has. I'm 5.5 weeks pregnant now. At 4 weeks pregnant I had a flat stomach and a 6 pack. This was me in the MORNING on the day I turned 5 weeks (I'm much bigger in the evenings). I hadn't even showered yet, but I wanted to see how my maternity jeans fit.
Just like with the other two, I am growing insanely quickly. I don't really understand why this happens to me. My uterus does get big very very quickly, but I don't get why I immediately get so much bloat higher in my abdomen as well. It never disappeared with my other two pregnancies, so I don't expect it to this time.
Because I haven't been seeing a fertility clinic, this pregnancy doesn't have the same level of monitoring that my previous pregnancies have had. Because of that I've taken like 15 pregnancy tests, and as of this morning the lines are still getting much darker every time I take a test!
As for symptoms - at 5.5 weeks my big symptoms are major fatigue, bloating, and very sore boobs. I had a lot of aversions last week, but they're not so bad anymore so I think it might have been a strange symptom of my illness. I'm still getting over it and it's been 2.5 weeks since I got sick.
So, this is why I'm back. I documented by first two pregnancies very closely, and I've enjoyed being able to look back at what happened when with both pregnancies. Hopefully I can pop in once in awhile to record what happens with this little Bambino.
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