Last Thursday night, March 1, I had a dream that I had taken a pregnancy test and it was positive. I woke to this thought and took my temp (I chart, therefore I temp). My temp spiked again. Granted, it was only one spike but I found myself thinking "Triphasic?" My original plan was to wait to test until after my period was missed, which would be that Saturday. However, after my dream and temperature spike, I felt I had to pee on a stick, thinking that this would at least would get the thoughts off my mind, and I would test on Monday if I still didn't have my period.
Surprise, surprise, my dream was prophetic! A BFP!! A Big Fat Postive!! Wow! It was only our second month trying, and I was pregnant! Holy Moly!
Chris hadn't yet left for work, so I called him into the bedroom. It turns out I might have panicked him. He thought something was wrong. He seemed to be delighted to find out all was well (although later he would find himself in that male state of mind--worrying about how he would support his growing family).
Chris hadn't yet left for work, so I called him into the bedroom. It turns out I might have panicked him. He thought something was wrong. He seemed to be delighted to find out all was well (although later he would find himself in that male state of mind--worrying about how he would support his growing family).
I found my excitement level rise and yet the old nerves of facing another loss came back at me. Once the doctor's office was open, I called and left a message for my doctor's nurse, Michelle. She called back later that morning and seemed excited that I was pregnant again. She told me that she told Dr. Quinn, whose response was "Yeah, they said they would start trying around now."
Friday morning, Ginny and I made our way to the doctor's office so I could get a blood test on my hcG (pregnancy hormone) and progesterone. In the past I have had issues with progesterone, requiring my use of suppositories. I had to wait all weekend for results. It was stressful. Early Saturday morning, it became even more stressful when, after feeding Ginny at 4 a.m. then using the bathroom, I discovered spotting. Yikes. Not again, I thought. Not again. Convinced I was facing a miscarriage, I found it hard to go to sleep. I told Chris and he tried to reassure me, but nothing doing. Chris also struggled with sleep. When I woke again, around 6:30, I found that my spotting had changed and basically stopped. It changed to brown, which indicates old blood. I spotted brown on and off for the rest of the day but nothing after that.
Out of concern, I even spilled my pregnancy secret (since we don't plan on announcing until sometime after 8 weeks at the very least) to my cousin, Maura. Maura is an ob/gyn nurse so I felt like telling her might give me reassurance.
On Monday, Michelle called to give me the test results....my hcG was 44 (a bit low but fine) and my progesterone was actually normal for once. Good even. I asked about the spotting. She said it was likely implantation bleeding. Again, I went in for blood tests again to make sure my hcG was doubling at a normal rate (it should double every 48-72 hours).
My results didn't come back until Wednesday (Michelle had Tuesday off). The number was OUTSTANDING! My hcG more than doubled in 48-72 hours. My hcG was 222 which meant it was doubling every 31 hours. Yay!
I have many hopes for this pregnancy. **Today I am 4 weeks 6 days. By the time anyone is reading this, I should be much further along. Already, I'm starting to get morning sickness. Nausea crept up on me today. Not fun, but it reassures me. I just pray and hope that our baby is growing and developing normally and is healthy. I get to see the baby for the first time on April 4. I am nervous, but excited.
**Please note that this was written on March 8.
Friday morning, Ginny and I made our way to the doctor's office so I could get a blood test on my hcG (pregnancy hormone) and progesterone. In the past I have had issues with progesterone, requiring my use of suppositories. I had to wait all weekend for results. It was stressful. Early Saturday morning, it became even more stressful when, after feeding Ginny at 4 a.m. then using the bathroom, I discovered spotting. Yikes. Not again, I thought. Not again. Convinced I was facing a miscarriage, I found it hard to go to sleep. I told Chris and he tried to reassure me, but nothing doing. Chris also struggled with sleep. When I woke again, around 6:30, I found that my spotting had changed and basically stopped. It changed to brown, which indicates old blood. I spotted brown on and off for the rest of the day but nothing after that.
Out of concern, I even spilled my pregnancy secret (since we don't plan on announcing until sometime after 8 weeks at the very least) to my cousin, Maura. Maura is an ob/gyn nurse so I felt like telling her might give me reassurance.
On Monday, Michelle called to give me the test results....my hcG was 44 (a bit low but fine) and my progesterone was actually normal for once. Good even. I asked about the spotting. She said it was likely implantation bleeding. Again, I went in for blood tests again to make sure my hcG was doubling at a normal rate (it should double every 48-72 hours).
My results didn't come back until Wednesday (Michelle had Tuesday off). The number was OUTSTANDING! My hcG more than doubled in 48-72 hours. My hcG was 222 which meant it was doubling every 31 hours. Yay!
I have many hopes for this pregnancy. **Today I am 4 weeks 6 days. By the time anyone is reading this, I should be much further along. Already, I'm starting to get morning sickness. Nausea crept up on me today. Not fun, but it reassures me. I just pray and hope that our baby is growing and developing normally and is healthy. I get to see the baby for the first time on April 4. I am nervous, but excited.
**Please note that this was written on March 8.
