So there seems to be an elephant in the room. And that elephant would be me. When I originally found out I was pregnant, I thought that I would blog about it constantly. But, as you can tell, I haven't. I figured that I would fill my lovely readers in on the details of it, but I have failed at doing that. This post is not going to contain all of it. Just a few of the tid-bits!
Sam and I decided that we would give fertility treatments another shot before moving on to adoption. We purchased a package deal because we were told it might not work on the first try. Knowing that I had more than one shot with this dr (we switched from the awful place we used last time!), I think I was more relaxed and that is why, surprise!, it worked on the first try. Will we be doing it again? Provided that everything continues as planned and I am snuggling my healthy baby boy come October, no. This will be our one and only. No, there will not be any miracles. Nothing is more frustrating than when people say, "Well, you never know. Stranger things have happened! My cousin's cousin blah blah blah blah....." I don't want to start getting into the biology with people and tell them that it is really impossible on our own to do this so I just nod and smile. But you heard it first here, straight from the horse's mouth - we are one and done. Biologically impossible to happen on its own.
Pregnancy has not been an easy feat for me. There have been a whole lot of issues in terms of morning sickness and migraines. I am finally feeling a whole lot better and really starting to be able to happily enjoy the miracle that has been growing inside me. Someone helped me find the right words the other day because I hated to say that I did not like being pregnant. That was not the truth because I liked the fact that I had a little human growing inside of me, but I hated how I was feeling. So, the best way to put it is that I LOVE being pregnant, but I hate the negative side effects. Who would love non-stop gagging, random vomiting, blinding headaches, constipation, bloating, uncontrollable gas, you name it, I had it! Not many would say they loved any of those aspects of it. And if you do, I call bull.
I am not asking for sympathy by any means what-so-ever with what I am about to write. Based on my past, I have always been thin. Putting on weight was always an issue for me. Like I already said, not asking for sympathy at all. But there are some things that people don't warn you about with pregnancy or that you have been warned about but you think that it will never, ever happen to you. There are several "birth boards" on the internet and there is one that I used to frequent quite often. In the very beginning, people were complaining about the fact that being pregnant in the summer kind of stinks because you get overly hot and clothes are uncomfortable and when they wear sundresses, their thighs chafe and being pregnant will only make the chaffing worse. Thighs chaffing? What is this thigh chaffing that you speak of? My thighs don't touch. Guess this is something I will not have to be concerned with. Well, it all happened literally overnite. I got in the shower one nite after work, and there you have it. Lo and behold, there was chaffage. Definitely not a feeling that I enjoy nor am I thrilled that it occurs just about every time I take a step. As of right now, my weight gain is still in the single digits (barely) but apparently, it is enough to cause a chafe chafe here and a chafe chafe there when I walk. Again, not asking for sympathy. Just making fun of myself.
I hope everyone is enjoying the summer sun! Don't forget the sunscreen! Also, for the safety of our furry friends, please remember that even in the shade with the windows rolled down, it is WAY too hot to leave your pups in the car even for 5 minutes!
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." ~John Lubbock