I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but we have some exciting news…we’re expecting! Baby Piglet arrives in February 2019!
I’ll be posting more about how the pregnancy has been, but I wanted to post about how we found out – it’s been quite a ride. Hm, where do I start? I guess I’ll share that the last year or so has been tough and confusing for me because my body was acting so strangely. I lost my period sometime around April of 2017, went off birth control in November on my doctor’s advice, and finally had a period in January. Each cycle was unpredictable, with about 39-44 days between each cycle, and then after April 15th, I didn’t have a period at all. Between that and my thyroid issues, I felt like my body was irreparably damaged and that we wouldn’t be able to conceive naturally, if at all. In hindsight, my body was acting very normally (I lost my period because I was pregnant), but I didn’t know that at the time.
We spent a lot of time talking about the uncertainty of the future (we had plans to move in the next year, but how could we buy a house if we didn’t know if/ when I’d be pregnant?) and had some difficult conversations (open to adoption? could we picture ourselves with no kids?). And as happy as I was for Steven and Jessica (Mike’s brother and sister-in-law), I wondered how difficult spending Christmas with them and their new baby was going to be. I prayed a lot in the car, and took solace from all the stories where God healed infertility – not just because I thought he would do it for me, but also because I felt that this desire of my heart really mattered to Him.
I didn’t worry about my irregular cycles from a physical standpoint since my doctor had warned me this could be the case, but I really wanted to conceive this year, so I called my doctor on May 17th to see what we could do to improve our chances since I had no idea when I was ovulating. She recommended using a OPK kit every morning (which I had previously used a couple of times but stopped because I never saw a positive), so I started on May 18th and saw a positive OPK right away! Unfortunately, Mike was gone that weekend, but we tried the following week, hoping we hadn’t missed the window.
June rolled around and I started taking pregnancy tests in early June, and when I didn’t see any positives for a few days, I assumed we had missed this cycle and that my period would be coming soon. I soon started experiencing cramps and very tender/ sore breasts and assumed these were indicators my period would start. When it didn’t start for a few days, I googled to see if these could be ovulating symptoms and it appeared they could, so I started doing the OPK kit again and saw the highest LH surges I’d ever seen for days in a row (that’s not supposed to happen). At one point, the positive line was darker than the control line, which I’d never seen before.
I also stopped sleeping in early June, which I thought meant my thyroid was high, so I started to increase my methimazole dose with little effect (this was actually a side effect of the pregnancy). On June 12th, I told Mike that I was prepared for it to take years for us to start a family and that I didn’t expect it to happen this year because my body wasn’t functioning normally (I’m sure God was laughing at this point). Just shortly afterwards, my breasts started to hurt so much that I decided to take a pregnancy test for the heck of it – and immediately saw the two lines.
I think my first words were “Oh my gosh!” and Mike asked me what was wrong. I replied, “I might be pregnant!” I was so shocked – that whole evening, I kept turning to him and asking, “what if I’m pregnant?” with a big, goofy grin on my face. As much as I had hoped for it, I hadn’t been able to even imagine seeing a positive test. Mike was cautiously optimistic, but he wanted to me to take another test the next morning. And sure enough, it wasn’t a fluke (I’ll spare you yet another picture of something I’ve peed on in this post). After I left for work, Mike woke up and checked the trash right away, and started to tear up when he saw the positive test.
So that’s the story of how we found out. Baby Piglet, you are so loved already and we can’t wait to meet you. You are our miracle and answer to many, many prayers – not only ours but those of friends and family around the world.
Finally, I want to say that my heart goes out to all women struggling with infertility or whose life plans aren’t working out quite as expected. By any measure, we didn’t actually wait that long – but those months where my period was gone and then irregular were very difficult as we considered what it would mean for us if we couldn’t have a child of our own. Please know that you’re not alone – you’re in my thoughts and prayers every day.