Long Time Update

I found out I was pregnant in January 2015. I was taking Femara, which was the last course of action before being referred to a fertility specialist. I went on day 21, as usual, to get my levels checked and I distinctly remember the woman who took my blood telling me "good luck".  I don't know why that stood out to me so much. I told her thank you and left.

All that was left was the waiting game. I waited for my period, which to me was a little unpredictable since I was so use to short ones. I waited and waited and waited. Then I started to take pregnancy tests. The first one I took was negative. Of course. So I kept waiting. And waiting.

My husband had to leave for work and that morning I decided to take another test. That's when I saw it do something it had never done before. The little window changed colors just a little. Then, slowly, the usual negative ended up being an unexpected positive. I just stared at it. Then I took another. The same thing happened. I decided that maybe I was delusional and decided to try to go back to bed and look at the used tests again when I wake up.

I didn't really sleep, but when I got up I looked at them again. Then I took another one and, wouldn't you know it, there was yet another positive. This was the start of our Amelia.

I didn't tell John until he came home about a week later. He was thrilled, we cried, then we started to make plans. I was uneasy the majority of the pregnancy. I was convinced I would have a miscarriage before we could announce. Then I was worried I would have a miscarriage before viability. Then I was worried I would have an early birth and our child would have to be in the NICU for months. But none of that happened. I was the picture of perfect health. I had no issues, literally. I wasn't sick, I only had back pain once or twice, and while I was uncomfortable in the last few weeks I can't say I was miserable. I went to term and ended up having her at 40 weeks and 2 days. I am going to work on writing my birth story once I'm done with this, but overall I am so thankful and happy for the events that have transpired over the past 9 months.

I didn't have it as bad as so many women who are battling with infertility. It is a struggle that is hard to explain to those who haven't experienced it. I was blessed with a doctor who wanted to find answers right at the start of us trying for a child. I know that our daughter wouldn't be here right now if the doctor didn't take my concerns seriously. If anything, we would just now be starting treatments.