A lot has changed...

I hadn't realized that the last time I sat down to write was August 13th.  If only I had known then the changes that would soon be coming!  I wanted to take some time to sit down and tell about how we found out we were expecting our first baby before I forgot how I felt.  So, this will be long, but worth it.  So, here goes.

On August 13th, I had a procedure done called an HSG where they go in and make sure my tubes are clear of any blockages or cysts.  I got great results and a go ahead from my OB and fertility clinic to start planning our education courses.  Before we left, the nurse commented on upping our game that month as HSG has a reputation for increasing infertility.  I blew her off.  Our issues weren't that easily fixed.  Or so on thought.

That month was insane.  School was starting, I was getting back into the swing of being at work, and Drew and I were working on making our total opposite schedules work so we could actually see each other during the week.  Making a baby was (honestly) the last thing on our minds.  I stayed in contact with the clinic and had arrangements made to start our parenting courses in September.  I had told my boss about the number of days I would be missing for various appointments and was given the ok.  I was exhausted, but I attributed that to dealing with 26 first graders on a daily basis again and giving 110% at work.

When the time came for my cycle to restart, I called the clinic and asked about setting up our classes.  They were full for the month of September.  I was crushed.  They told me they would put me on the waiting list and see if anything came open, but if not, I would have to wait to start until October.  That would put a huge kink in MY plan of having the baby in the summer and not missing any more work.  They told me to go ahead and test the day of my expected period and call back with the all clear of another unsuccessful cycle and they would do their best to work me in.

This leads us to September 8th.  The day of my next expected period.  I had some cheapy tests left over from the ovulation packs I buy online.  So I did my business, stuck in the stick, and sat in on the counter.  I can't even tell you the accurate number of times I have done this over the last 2 and a half years.  But I would say probably close to 80.  When I walked back in to the bathroom, I noticed something a little different about this test.  There was a second line.

 The green stick was an ovulation test that I had taken previously.  I swore I was making it up.  I wanted so desperately to see two lines, so I was.  I called my sister.  She, logically, told me to go buy a digital test at Wal-Mart.  I don't think she meant to buy 20, but that's what I did!  I knew it would be better to wait until morning, but if you know me, then you know that patience is not a virtue I have.  I dipped the stick, flipped it over, waited the required 3 minutes...and then......

 It said the one word I never thought I would see:  Pregnant.  I started crying.  And jumping.  And screaming.  I ran into the bedroom to wake Drew up and tell him.  He was still asleep and it took him a bit, but I will never forget the grin on his face when it hit him.  WE DID IT!  And not only that, we somehow managed to do it on our own!

I called my OB the next day and scheduled my first appointment..  they wouldn't see me until 8 weeks, which would be October 13. Those four weeks were LONG and I tested nearly every day just to make sure it was still there.  When it finally came, I got confirmation and our due date, May 13th, 2015.  

7 Weeks Pregnant and my FIRST EVER baby bump picture!

15 weeks...I think I'm finally starting to round out!

Our first ultrasound at 12 weeks!

Which brings us to today, I'm now 16 weeks pregnant and everything is going well! Baby has a heart rate of 148 beats and likes to cause the doctor lots of problems by being like its parents (like the kid ever stood a chance).  We go back December 18th to get official confirmation on whether Baby G is a boy or a girl.

It's hard for me to believe that this time last year, I was so hurt and lost.  I can remember sitting and thinking about how much I despised the holidays.  This year, they have a whole new meaning and I am so, so incredibly grateful for my little miracle!