December was our second month with our new magical recipe for a healthy baby. It had only been one week and one day since ovulation aaaaaaand it was about 10:00 pm... Lets just say chances of a positive were slim. Of course with my lack of self control I peed on a test and then quickly hid it in the drawer. I didn't want Bradyn to know just how crazy I had become ;) Before I had a chance to look at the test Bradyn asked if I thought I would test in the morning. I sheepishly admitted that I had already taken a test that night but I hadn't looked at it yet. He ran and grabbed the test and brought it back into the room. With disappointment he flashed the test my way and said "negative'. But my eye caught something. Could that be a second line? I was clear across the room so it could just be my eyes. I stepped towards him for a closer look. Sure enough... a faint faint FAINT second line. Bradyn had to put on his glasses before he would believe me but sure enough... there it was! We could not contain our excitement. I honestly don't remember what happened next. I just remember a lot of jumping around and smiling and happy phone calls to our parents. At this moment we were filled with so much hope.
Hope is the only thing that dragged us through the following weeks. I was fighting to keep my anxiety under control but I felt like I was walking on eggshells. I was so grateful for everyday that we made it through. I knew that with every moment I got to spend with this baby my love would grow stronger and stronger but that also meant the potential for greater heartbreak. The fear was consuming at times but we clung to the hope.
First ultrasound at 7 weeks
What was different this time around? Our last pregnancy we were on Metformin and progesterone. This time we used Femora to stimulate ovulation in hopes of a stronger, higher quality egg, progesterone supplements, Levothyroxine for my thyroid, and of course... the good 'ole Metformin.
At 10 weeks we tested for chromosomal abnormalities hoping it would give us a better idea of our chances of miscarrying. Its a simple test where they took blood from me and then they separated the fetal DNA fragments and tested from chromosomal errors. Isn't technology amazing?? The test came back low risk and also informed us of the baby's sex.
I didn't want to find out in an email. But Bradyn did and he wanted to be the first to know haha. So he found out a few days before me and put together our "gender reveal". I dreamed of this day for the last 2.5 years and it was a really big deal to me. He did an awesome job!
I was SOOOO surprised it was a girl. I thought FOR SURE it was a boy. When I tried to imagine pink balloons, it didn't even feel like a possibility. I'm so glad we found out at 12 weeks instead of the normal 20 weeks with an ultrasound. It was hard enough for me to switch gears after 12 weeks... I can't imagine if I had 8 more weeks to convince myself that it was a boy. It took me about 2 weeks before I stopped slipping with the "he's".
