week 21

a little straight on, bare belly . . .

stir crazy

Because it looked like this for most of the week

we spent way too much time here.

It was fun in the beginning.

more banana pancakes, a saints superbowl win, cozy fires...

but, the novelty soon wore off.

So glad to be getting back to normal.

Blizzard Belly Shot

So, it's snowing here in DC. Really snowing.

I thought that I'd memorialize the storm for the little one.

Happy 21ish weeks baby!

It's a

found (here)

GIRL


bring on the bloomers

guest appearance

For this week's belly shot, we have a special guest appearance by my husband.

His excitement over this baby (and is he ever excited) just melts my heart.

so little, but so loved.

affirmations

via (just jenny)

The most amazing thing has been happening over the past couple of days.

I can finally feel the babe kicking.

incredible.

outfitting

Recent purchases for the babe

I've been massively restrained when it comes to buying things for the little one. We still don't know if we're having a little boy or a little girl, so that helps. I'm just about to embark on researching items for our registry. The practical stuff, like car seats and monitors. But I couldn't resist these two less practical, but perfectly gender-neutral items when I stumbled upon a giant sale the other week. The blanket is oh so soft and I'm a sucker for bunting. We find out the gender in a couple of weeks and once we know, I know that my restraint will dissolve.

Recent purchases for me

A combo of some maternity and non-maternity items that I've found (mostly, all steeply discounted). I've been struggling to find clothes that still feel like me and my bump isn't even that prominent yet. These items are simple, comfortable and are exactly what I would wear even if I wasn't pregnant. The dress is for a little getaway that we just booked. We are both in desperate need of a vacation and I'm so looking forward to our trip.

Just have to hold out to early March.

Happy Weekend!

We have friends visiting from out-of-town, so I'm looking forward to much french toast, laughs and likely playing tourist in my own city.

Above is a week 17ish (nearly 18 wk) belly shot. Too bad my rear is outpacing my belly!

yikes.

blanket

via (me)

Oh my. It's been so long that I nearly forgot how to post pictures. It took three attempts, but slowly, it all came back.

These shots are a bit dated, from right before the holidays when DC was washed with snow. It was glorious.

We knew it was coming so the evening before, a Friday, we braved the just-before-Christmas-rush and picked up all manner of holiday delights including a tree and its trimmings, presents for the family, groceries, etc. all in an attempt to make our home a little more cheery for our guests.

That next morning we woke up to a very thick blanket of white. We suited up and took our dogs to the neighborhood dog park for a rolicking good time. We came home and had pancakes and hot chocolate for breakfast. A breakfast that was so good, we repeated it for the next two days.

I don't think that we left the house that Saturday. Content to set up twinkle lights, make homemade soup with garden fresh (um, frozen) herbs, listen to Christmas music and build a toasty fire. Despite my previous complaints that there was so much that we needed to get done before our family came to town, it was so good to pause.

White Christmas

This Christmas, all of my family--well most of my family--is coming to town. Now that we finally have enough room, we're hosting for the holidays. I would be thrilled about it, but right before Thanksgiving, my work more or less exploded. Meaning that we haven't done a single thing.

No tree, no ornaments, no lights, no menu, not to mention a serious lack of furniture

We were planning on sorting it all out this weekend. Sure, a little last minute, but at least it was a plan. That was until my husband came told me, with nothing but delight in his voice, that it could snow up to 10 inches tomorrow. Now this is DC, so there's still the very likely chance that we'll get no snow at all, but if things go the way they have been going for me over the last couple of weeks, we're going to have a can't-leave-your-home-to-do-your-900-errands kind of a blizzard. Goodbye plan.

I'm thinking that our decorations (with or without a snow squall) are going to be a bit lackluster, so I'm going to need to distract our dear guests with food and drink. And since they may be eating it on the floor, it's going to have to be really delicious food and drink.
Does anyone have any really tasty holiday recipes they'd like to share to help a seriously floundering gal out?

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Above are some shots of my burgeoning belly. I was diligently documenting it each week, but took a hiatus when it seemed that nothing much was changing. Now that I can no longer comfortably fit into my pants, I figure it's time to break out the camera again . . .and yes, that is the mouse keeping me company.

emerging

via (lotte scott)

Hello. So nice to see you again. It was far too long, but, I needed to take that break from posting.

I suppose that I didn't really know how I would react to being pregnant.

I'm typically quite an optimistic person and I attribute that to my uncanny ability to compartmentalize any worry and more or less brush it aside.

But the worry associated with this particular little bean was unshakable. Really rather consuming. I've basically been a bit of a wreck. Compounded by the fact that we were keeping it all a secret from family and friends.

But, the secret is out.

And at nearly thirteen weeks, I'm feeling the anxiety loosen. Maybe it was because we saw the little one wave to us during this last sonogram, or because my belly is starting to round out, but it's all starting to feel real. real enough that I can begin writing about it again.

here's a little picture with some handy little labels:

perfect

via (danske)

I was so nervous sitting on the table right before our second ultrasound.

my heart was racing, my stomach in knots (but, also oddly feeling like it was floating), adrenaline coursing.

then the words I have been longing to hear

"perfect"

we have a perfect little, tiny baby.

with a perfect little, tiny heartbeat ticking away at 134 beats/minute.

a heartbeat!

and no clot.

no clot!

there were numerous congratulations and handing off of paperwork as I now am a "normal" patient.

normal patients graduate to normal obgyns.

finally.

missing

I apologize for the abrupt hiatus.

We spent the end of last week moving and our computer got boxed up a bit earlier than expected so I could not provide an update.

Before, I continue, I am still very much pregnant and for that I am most thankful. However, the ultrasound was not the magical moment I had hoped it would be. First, it was rushed. So rushed. And they didn't turn the screen all the way, so I could hardly get a look. And the nurse? said there's a pocket of fluid without providing much information. Then the RE was all concerned about the date of my last period (completely arbitrary date). I couldn't exactly remember, but I told them the date I ovulated (not an arbitrary date). She could have cared less. Bah. It was a mess.

We left the appointment with a photo of our fetal pole and a feeling of uneasiness. I got back to my office and started to google the bits of what I understood the fluid to be - a subchorionic hemorrhage. google was not reassuring. basically it is a blood clot that can either get reabsorbed by my body or cause a lot of havoc. lovely. it is also the likely culprit behind my early spotting.

After thoroughly frightening myself, I called the Dr.'s office looking for some answers. Mainly, what exactly is my little fluid abnormality called? How large is it? Should I be concerned? Anything that I should/should not be doing?

My google diagnosis was correct, it is a subchorionic hemorrhage. We are in and I quote "grey zone" and get to go back weekly for more ultrasounds in order to track the clot.
I've been having talks with my belly. Willing the clot to be absorbed and the poppy seed (now roughly a blueberry) to stick around.

Our next ultrasound is Thursday. Hope to hear some less "grey" news.

tomorrow

via (saranorris)

Tomorrow morning is our very first ultrasound.

I was devestated many months ago when I had to have an ultrasound knowing full well that there was only emptiness in my uterus.

I am wishing this time will be so very different.

I anticipate that there may be tears.

but, hopefully, it will be because I am simply awed by what we see.

reprieve

via (Lina)

I got a call from my nurse

my number is *beautiful*

more than doubled

suprisingly, a sense of relief did not wash over me.

Just a feeling of *for now*

Because as long as I continue to see spotting

this feeling pulling at my heart will not leave

it could so easily all go away.

I truly appreciate all of your comments, prayers and good thoughts. They mean so much to me.

shit.
more spotting.
please go away.
please.
another beta tomorrow morning.

oh boy.

via (emersonmade)

I couldn't help myself. I just could not. After hearing the good word from my nurse last Thursday, I could not control the compulsion to purchase this little mouse. As a gift. For our baby. Something about that cute little belly and flopped ear. I don't know. I told you, I couldn't help myself.

Then the weekend rolled around and my husband took off to Alaska for a business trip until Friday. I drove him to the airport early on Sunday morning. Later that morning, I was in the loo and I *swore* that I saw some tinged discharge (I still have to pop these progesterone supplements and they discharge. oh boy, do they discharge). I *did* see tinge.

Next, I became a wreck for the following reasons:

One: Nothing. Ever. Good. Comes. From. Spotting. At least not my spotting. I've had a lot of it, so I'm something of a spotting expert and I fear spotting. Fear it a lot.

Two: There was no one for me to tell. No one at all. We haven't shared the news of our little poppy seed with anyone. My husband was in the air for the next three hours only to touch down briefly and get back up for another four. Panicked isolation.

Three: I knew buying that mouse was premature. Knew. It.

I knew that I couldn't do anything about it at that point. I tried to remember that, to surrender to a what will be, will be calm, but let me tell you that is much easier said than done.

Fortunately, my third beta was today. It should have been at least 500.

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It was 710.

and no further tinge sightings.

giddy

via (anuk.marek)


It doubled! My second beta is 125!

Undoubtedly, there is still a long way to go.

But, for the first time since seeing those glorious double lines, I'm feeling a little giddy.

via (Laurence 2)

It's raining, we have no more umbrellas, one lost, one taken, the right cuff of my pants fell out, paper clips aren't an effective solution, I don't know if I will make it until this afternoon, when we find out the results of the second beta, please stick.

please stick.

via (bliss)

I got the results of my first beta.

62.1 at DPO13

I sure do hope its a keeper.

to dream

For so long this has been such an impossibility.

So although it doesn't seem at all real, this is my new reality.

I can't yet say it out loud, so I'll write it down very quietly.

I am pregnant

I am terrified and thrilled. but most of all thankful. very, very thankful.

centered

via (remodelista)

Thank you for all of your kind and wise words. They help so very much.

This morning, I feel much less preoccupied.

more centered.

very happy.

Too bad I can't always pull the brakes on that runaway train of thoughts.

circles

via (sophie cuvelier)

waiting. waiting. waiting.

I try to stay distracted. To focus on anything and everything else. But it is simply unavoidable.

Maybe I am. I'm sure I'm not. What are we going to do next? Maybe there won't be a next. When should we start thinking about adoption? Domestic? International? Maybe I am. I'm sure I'm not.

over and over. around and around.

It's enough to drive someone crazy. It might be driving me crazy.

I don't know why some cycles are so much harder than others.

This one is brutal.

generations

via (NicaMom)

The weekend is almost here and I'm very much looking forward to this one.

Tomorrow is my newest nephew's baptism and family members that I don't get to see too often are coming, including my Grandma. She's 92 and my most favorite person in the world. We just understand each other and that is a rare and special thing. I love her so much and really cherish every minute we get to spend together.

Surely, this weekend will be a bit bittersweet. My Grandma will be meeting this great grandson for the first time and snuggling her other one. Lucky little lads. I will just have to keep on hoping that someday our babies will get that same chance.

My brother lives a bit to the north of us. We were up there last weekend and already the leaves were being kissed with color. Maybe, on our way home, we'll be able to make a little trip to pick up some apples from the orchard. Maybe fall's not so bad after all.

slipped away

via (abless)

I know. I know.

Summer has slipped into fall. But I just can't help myself. I want to linger in those long, warm days a little while longer. But seeing as I reached for a jacket this morning and have been eating oatmeal regularly - truely fall indicators - I suppose this picture will have to do.

My husband and I decided that we'd take a vacation from interventions this cycle. Given my startlingly early ovulation, disappointing lining and failed iui, I felt like I had some questions about what to do next. However, with the blur of home ownership/home selling, I didn't have enough answers. I don't feel comfortable blindly walking into a new treatment or repeating the same. So, no meds for me.

Just some good old fashioned love.

Gone Fishing

Sadly, our camping trip never happened this past weekend. Our good friend and outdoor companion came down with the flu, so we decided to postpone our adventure for another day.

We did, however, take to the *wild* and had a little fishing expedition on the Potomac.

It was a very nice afternoon.

via (me)

we interrupt my infertility to bring you

(gap)

the best cords. ever.

The fit is fantastic (beyond comfortable), the colors are so good (the yellow is pretty amazing) and the price is perfect (I got mine for an additional $15 off).

Cords might be one of the few things that I look forward to as summer drifts into fall. And stumbling upon this pair makes the transition that much more tolerable.

pump the positivity?

via (i_hear_noises')

This was easy to feel when I was strolling in the gorgeous weekend weather with my pups, working with my husband to pull our place together, thinking about all of the wonderful things that we have going for us.

Good families, good jobs, good relationship.

of course it could be worse.

but, as good as it is, it remains incomplete.

f it.

via (laurence 2)

This was how I felt/feel towards my fertility situation after yet another negative test.

f-you fertility.

distractions

via (Charles Fredrik)

Our labor day weekend might not have been relaxing, but it was successful. We managed to perform a much needed *face lift* on our bathroom, complete (almost) a patch on a plaster wall, and declutter our apartment (for the most part). All that's left (ha) is to touch up some paint, move the clutter to a temporary storage unit, attempt a *face lift* on the kitchen, install new shades and clean, clean, clean.

While I don't particularly look forward to sanding spackle after a long day of work, all of this home improvement business has pretty effectively distracted me from the loathsome two week wait. I'm at DPO 6. just waiting. and wishing.

Thanks for all of the congratulations on the house. It really is a fine place and happily, the home inspection, conducted earlier this morning revealed that there are no big issues!

labor day

via (Matt?!)

There will be no weekend trip to the ocean for us this labor day weekend. Instead, there will be lots of spackling, painting and other home improvements - all intended to spruce up our current apartment. and get it sold.

because

we

got

the

house

amazing!

so long city life?

Yesterday really was quite a whirlwind.

I had intended to take the morning off from work. There is no medical need to do that after an IUI - at all - but I thought it might be nice to go home, relax and will the meeting of sperm and egg. However, my blackberry kept nagging me with all kinds of things that could only be done, in-person, at my office. No rest for the TTC-weary.

Then, after the day that I thought would never end, my husband and I . . .

put in an offer on our first house!?!?!

It's really a nugget of a little home. We fell in love at the open house this past weekend, went back for another walk-thru Monday night and then took the plunge yesterday. What sealed the deal, aside from being a pretty darn ideal property, was the fact that there are tons of young families in the neighborhood. On our second walk-thru, we showed up around 7:30 and the streets were full of families taking walks, riding bicycles, etc.

It's definitely a move to a more suburban spot - we currently are in DC-proper in a super neighborhood, but could never afford a similar house in the area.

Due to some extenuating circumstances (current owner of the house is in the hospital) we might not know whether the offer is accepted until tomorrow.

more waiting.

Until then, a preview (please don't let the posting of these pictures somehow jinx our offer)

I'm an enormous fan of having upstairs bedrooms. I attribute this irrational desire to growing up in a split-level ranch.

I am also an enormous fan of nook entrances and front doors with little windows.

A fireplace seems wonderful, especially now that the weather is starting to crisp up.

Oh, office, with your windows, so maybe, just maybe I can revive the 31 year-old Christmas cactus that is dying a little more each day. The succulent was a present to my husband's mother when he was born and then given to me by my mother-in-law, no doubt as a sneaky test. A test, which by the looks of its withered state, I am failing miserably.

We currently have a galley kitchen that is so narrow I cannot open either the refrigerator or dishwasher. Enough said. Except, maybe I should mention that I'm also an enormous fan of having a window over the sink.

Considering that this house is from the 40's, the bedrooms are all unusually roomy.

Not to mention cozy.

And there's space for a garden.

It really is too good to be true.