The Story of Baby Number Two!
Everything was lined up. Clomid would start the following cycle. It was so nice to have a real plan. My new Fertility Specialist was so amazing and helpful. It was all just a waiting game.
It was nice to have a few weeks off of fertility meds, tracking, and caring about it (almost) completely. I relaxed, started my new insulin meds, took my prenantal diligently, got more sleep, etc. It was a nice change to the normally stressed Jenny.
I noticed some typical ovulation symptoms, but had negative ovulation tests. I figured my body was just out of whack. I didn't get my hopes up. I was taking a break, after all.
About a week and a half later I had some random spotting. It lined up perfectly with implantation bleeding, but I didn't get my hopes up. I've tricked myself so many times before. I wasn't willing to torture myself with it. Or so I thought.
Some people get positive tests 3 or 4 days after IB, so of course the POAS freak that I am started testing. I tested every morning for 4 or 5 days. Nothing. Zero. Stark white tests. I decided I didn't want my heart to break anymore, so I stopped testing. It was the best plan for my mental and emotional health.
I was suddenly very tired, but wrote it off as being a toddler mom. And I was also craving salads. So random! Or was it? 😉
A week or so later, when I was expecting my cycle to start, I planned on calling my doctor for the next Clomid prescription. My cycle was due that day, so I took a test to break my heart even more. And it was negative, of course.
Lincoln and I took a bath and I checked out the test again before tossing it. And there was a line. WHAT?! But I didn't believe it. I've had steamy bathrooms "bring to life" these tests. And these particular tests were famous for "evap lines". The placement of where the dye would show up turns gray and stands out, so it is considered a false positive. But this one looked different. It was SO faint, but seemed to have a bit of color. But I still wasn't convinced.
So I took another, more sensitive test. Again, nothing. Or so I thought. I left the test in the bathroom and got us dressed after our bath and mostly forgot about it.
I went back to check the test before tossing it and THERE WERE TWO LINES, PEOPLE! I immediately started shaking and nearly passed out. I got very dizzy and had to sit down on the bathroom floor to let it sink in. And then I started running in circles! Do I call my doctor? Cry? Panic? Pray? How about all of the above?
I was pacing around and couldn't believe it! And still can't! I knew I should call my RE and ask them for a blood test. I called and got a busy signal. I called again and the menu was all wonky. I think I redialed the office 10 times before I got someone. I was so scattered because this was SUCH a surprise. I was in total shock.
I finally got the receptionist and asked what I should do. She sent me over to the nurse and she said if I could get there right now then I would get same day results! Poor Lincoln had to deal with a crazy mama dragging him into the office. Bonus points for the needle poke being painless! And Lincoln was a champion and so well behaved.
They called me just a few hours later and told me my level was an 84. What a relief. The HCG range is such a huge indicator at this point and that number was very comforting.
I went back a few days later for a second blood draw to confirm. Numbers were more than doubling. Waiting for those phone calls was so nerve wracking, but they always bore good news. I just waited for the bad news or bad signs this one wouldn't stick either. Miscarriages kind of ruin the fun. At least in the beginning.
Time went on and everything looked good. At 11 weeks I'd graduate from my specialist and go back to my regular OB. I was so excited to be back there. It made things seem more normal. I love my doctor.
She delivered Lincoln, so it was fun for me to go back to see her and have her deliver my next!
It was nice to have a few weeks off of fertility meds, tracking, and caring about it (almost) completely. I relaxed, started my new insulin meds, took my prenantal diligently, got more sleep, etc. It was a nice change to the normally stressed Jenny.
I noticed some typical ovulation symptoms, but had negative ovulation tests. I figured my body was just out of whack. I didn't get my hopes up. I was taking a break, after all.
About a week and a half later I had some random spotting. It lined up perfectly with implantation bleeding, but I didn't get my hopes up. I've tricked myself so many times before. I wasn't willing to torture myself with it. Or so I thought.
Some people get positive tests 3 or 4 days after IB, so of course the POAS freak that I am started testing. I tested every morning for 4 or 5 days. Nothing. Zero. Stark white tests. I decided I didn't want my heart to break anymore, so I stopped testing. It was the best plan for my mental and emotional health.
I was suddenly very tired, but wrote it off as being a toddler mom. And I was also craving salads. So random! Or was it? 😉
A week or so later, when I was expecting my cycle to start, I planned on calling my doctor for the next Clomid prescription. My cycle was due that day, so I took a test to break my heart even more. And it was negative, of course.
Lincoln and I took a bath and I checked out the test again before tossing it. And there was a line. WHAT?! But I didn't believe it. I've had steamy bathrooms "bring to life" these tests. And these particular tests were famous for "evap lines". The placement of where the dye would show up turns gray and stands out, so it is considered a false positive. But this one looked different. It was SO faint, but seemed to have a bit of color. But I still wasn't convinced.
See?! You can hardly see it at all.
So I took another, more sensitive test. Again, nothing. Or so I thought. I left the test in the bathroom and got us dressed after our bath and mostly forgot about it.
I went back to check the test before tossing it and THERE WERE TWO LINES, PEOPLE! I immediately started shaking and nearly passed out. I got very dizzy and had to sit down on the bathroom floor to let it sink in. And then I started running in circles! Do I call my doctor? Cry? Panic? Pray? How about all of the above?
I was pacing around and couldn't believe it! And still can't! I knew I should call my RE and ask them for a blood test. I called and got a busy signal. I called again and the menu was all wonky. I think I redialed the office 10 times before I got someone. I was so scattered because this was SUCH a surprise. I was in total shock.
I finally got the receptionist and asked what I should do. She sent me over to the nurse and she said if I could get there right now then I would get same day results! Poor Lincoln had to deal with a crazy mama dragging him into the office. Bonus points for the needle poke being painless! And Lincoln was a champion and so well behaved.
They called me just a few hours later and told me my level was an 84. What a relief. The HCG range is such a huge indicator at this point and that number was very comforting.
I went back a few days later for a second blood draw to confirm. Numbers were more than doubling. Waiting for those phone calls was so nerve wracking, but they always bore good news. I just waited for the bad news or bad signs this one wouldn't stick either. Miscarriages kind of ruin the fun. At least in the beginning.
Time went on and everything looked good. At 11 weeks I'd graduate from my specialist and go back to my regular OB. I was so excited to be back there. It made things seem more normal. I love my doctor.
She delivered Lincoln, so it was fun for me to go back to see her and have her deliver my next!
Secondary infertility is no joke! I feel your pain, I'm so happy things are working out for. When are you due? -Stephanie George
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