That's been the motto of life lately around our house, and so it will be for this blog. Part of me is upset with myself for letting the blog go for so long untouched - especially with all that has happened in life lately.
I've deleted all my old blog post. It was something I debated for a while, but decided it was what what I needed to do to change this blog to what I wanted it to be. Today starts my blogging journey as Courtney the wife, Courtney the teacher, Courtney the soon to be mom.
Life is changing, and it's changing quickly. I wish I would have documented this pregnancy journey more than I have (especially considering I'm 31 weeks along, and the twins could make their debut at any time). So I'll use this post to recap, not for any of you all, but for myself. To never forget these moments, because sometimes pregnancy and life are hard, but oh some of these moments are the best of my life.
January 2015
Tyler and I decided it was time to come off birth control. We weren't planning on getting pregnant right away, but from my over-use of WebMD, BabyCenter, and Google I knew it would take a cycle or two for me to regulate. I had been on birth control for 9 years... so off we went! I bought ovulation kits, and a few pregnancy test and stored them in our bathroom drawer telling no one what we were doing.
March 2015
Two cycles, and no positive ovulation test. I thought it was just a fluke, or I didn't really know what I was doing. We decided that we would try through the summer, and if nothing happened then we would consult the doctor.
August 2015
Back to work I went... we had a few "late" periods, that ended up in heartbreak with a negative pregnancy test. Then my cycles just quit. I wasn't having a period. I called and scheduled an appointment with my OB.
September 2015
The doctor basically said my body was "confused." It wasn't that I didn't know how to use the ovulation test, it was that I wasn't ovulating, and from the looks of it hadn't in years. I left the doctors office after a sonogram with a prescription to start my period and a prescription for 50mg of Clomid. The doctor said we would check back in a month with another sonogram to see if the medication worked at fixing my cycle. He made sure I understand the goal for the first two cycles was just that - to have a normal cycle, not to get pregnant. He even joked when he had me sign the paper that said I understand Clomid raised your chances of conceiving multiples that we would worry about pregnancy in a few months, right now we just had to get back "normal."
So my period came a week later. It was the worst, especially considering it was the first time I had one in months. I took Clomid days 5-9 as instructed, and waited for the horrible side effects. Thankfully, there were very little. I was told I would be uncomfortable around cycle day 14, as that would be ovulation day and it was something my body hadn't done in a while. CD 14 came and went.. and there was no pain. I was convinced this cycle of Clomid didn't work.
The doctor had decided since pregnancy wasn't our goal this month that we wouldn't do scans to check egg production. I started hurting pretty bad around CD 21, and just brushed it off as menstrual cramps because it was getting close to that time. Especially since part of the reason I had been on birth control for so long was to deal with the horrible cramps I had.
October 2015
My period was set to start October 9th, one day before Tyler's birthday. I knew it would come. Just for giggles, I decided to take a pregnancy test on October 5th.. knowing that I wasn't pregnant, but even if I was, there wouldn't be a line. I guess curiosity got the best of me. So there it was, an afternoon after working all day, several days before my missed period, knowing it was the worse time to take it... and there was a line. Or was there?? It was so faint. I immediately called Tyler and told him to come home... now. Poor fella came running in the house thinking I was dying. I showed the test to him and he saw nothing, until he held it up to the light like I did... and there it was. The tiniest, lightest, little pink line.
We panicked. We did not expect this. I immediately regretted taking a test and told myself there was no way this was really happening, and that I had just set myself up for failure taking a test so early. I Googled some more and saw where it was suggested to wait 48 hours before taking another test. Yeah right.... I only had one other test, and it was a digital, so I took it... and there it was: Not Pregnant. My heart sank, I cried... and decided I'd buy some more test after work the next day and we would see where it went.....
It took five days. Five days from the first sign of the pink line to actually see pregnant on a digital test, and when it finally said pregnant, I was overjoyed, scared, excited... there are not enough words for the emotions. I told my mother, who knew about me taking Clomid, and scheduled my first OB appointment. He fit me in right away.
First OB appointment was just routine. Paperwork, pregnancy test, talk with a nurse... and schedule your first ultrasound for three weeks later. I thought I would never make it three weeks.
Over the next three weeks I joked with Tyler about twins. His grandfather, and my grandfather, are both sets of twins... I had gotten a really early positive, and the sickness was awful, but I was mostly just playing with him.
November 2015
Tyler could have killed me the morning of our first ultrasound, because I scheduled it for the earliest possible time - 7:15, and mind you we live 45 minutes from the doctor's office. As we walked back into the ultrasound room I joked again about twins, and he laughed it off.
As soon as she started the ultrasound, I saw. Two perfect little sacs, with two perfect little fetal poles... my eyes searched for a heartbeat and I saw one, and then two before she could even finish saying, "I have a surprise for you two...." Tyler was white. I had convinced him to try and record the ultrasound on his phone, and bless his heart, he was so shocked he just sat there with his camera open on his phone. We were having two babies! They were measuring a week behind what they were suppose to.. measuring in at 7w1d instead of 8w1d, but both babies, in separate sacs with separate placentas were measuring just the same. The ultrasound tech said not to panic, that we may just have the dates wrong. After discussing with the doctor, I didn't ovulate on CD14, however that pain I felt on CD21 was ovulation pains... and these sweet babies were measuring just as they should. We set up our first appointment with Maternal Fetal Medicine, and said we would wait until we received a good report from them two weeks later to tell our extended family.....
To Be Continued.....
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