The original plan was to start trying pretty much immediately when Nick got back from Iraq in December of last year. We knew that Nick would be home (not deployed) for at least 1.5 years because of Captain's Career Course, so it seemed like a good time. Then, after thinking about it for a little bit, we decided that maybe we wanted to wait until after the holidays, since there would be parties and Disneyland and a snowboarding trip.
We also decided April would be a good time to really start trying, although we would have been ok with getting pregnant before then. We decided April because I didn't want to be really pregnant: 1- When we were moving and 2-In the dead heat of a Texas summer.
So April rolled around and we weren't pregnant yet, no big deal. But then things started getting crazy. My cycles got realllly long and I convinced myself more than once that I was, in fact, pregnant. Every wave of fatigue or slight nausea was overanalyzed. Plus, I wasn’t really drinking during this time and was consciously trying to eat better. I also attempted to wean myself off of caffeine as much as possible and my allergy meds (because they aren’t recommended during pregnancy). Not so much fun during cedar season in Texas, let me tell you! Obviously, none of these things were bad in and of themselves, but it’s kind of exhausting completely changing your lifestyle for months on end. I’m mean, I would have had no problem with it if I was actually pregnant, but it just felt exhausting and like I was doing it for nothing.
The worst was the month when I was 2 weeks late. I think we ended up taking 5 pregnancy tests (2 at the doctor), and all of them were negative, but I was still very late and, for some reason, absolutely starving all the time. I had all but picked out baby names (seriously). Then, finally we went in to the doctor and they did a blood test and that came back negative.
I was totally crushed, having been completely convinced that I was pregnant. I felt like we had been so close, and now we had to completely start over again. It definitely didn’t help that more and more of our friends were announcing they were expecting. Don’t get me wrong, I was really excited and happy for them, but it just felt like salt in the wound for me. I couldn’t understand what the problem was. And, of course, the deadline of when we “knew” (as much as you can in the Army) that Nick would be home was slowly approaching, which definitely didn’t help my stress level. It was definitely a little difficult to “just relax” and know that it would happen.
Finally, I got an appointment with a doctor to figure things out. Normally, the Army likes to wait until you’ve been trying for a year, but I have some family history of PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome), so I was able to get in. At first, my appointment was 2 months from the time I called (and like 2 weeks before we were supposed to move). But, I was persistent, and eventually got a much earlier appointment. They did some tests and although my hormone levels were a little off, it didn’t really seem like there was anything wrong.
Yet again, it felt like two steps forward, and one step back. There weren’t really any explanations as to what my test results meant or if there was anything they could do. They had me use an ovulation kit to see if/when I was actually ovulating. That definitely didn’t help me relax about the whole situation, as I’d much rather be ignorant to where exactly I was in my cycle. Instead, I got to see negative results daily. It was just another reminder that I wasn’t pregnant and it felt like a small failure every day.
During all this, I had some amazing people speaking Godly wisdom into my life and reassuring me that God was in control and it would all work out. For the most part, I was pretty ok, but like everyone, I definitely had my share of frustration and discouragement. But all I could do was pray for patience and draw strength from God. I knew God had put this desire for kids in my heart and had built it up over the months. I always wanted kids, but the idea of them (mostly the giving birth and being completely responsible for another human life aspects) completely freaked me out for pretty much the first 2 years of our marriage. But now, things were different. He was preparing me for this.
Finally, I had a positive ovulation test and went in for a blood test to make sure it was a “good” ovulation. But, before I got the results back, I was late, so we took a couple of pregnancy tests. I really wasn’t expecting much at all. I had a little bit of hope, but I really wasn’t setting my hopes too high. The first pregnancy test was negative, not a big surprise there. A couple of days later we took another one, which started out negative, but then Nick noticed a really faint positive. I didn't get my hopes up too high.
We ended up waiting a couple more days and took another test. I went to set the timer for 3 minutes, but looked at the test and realized I didn’t have to. It was so obviously positive! Nick and I were pretty much in shock, but couldn’t stop smiling and hugging and ya, it was amazing. My doctor had me take a blood test and it obviously came back positive as well. As if I wasn’t sure with all the the cramping, exhaustion, nausea and starvation. Oh, and Nick can attest that I was a little bit crazy at times too, ha ha. I may have had a few extreme reactions to silly things.
I know how absolutely blessed we are that it happened naturally, even if it took a little while. Of course, there were absolutely torturous moments, and it seemed like forever during the actual process. But, I think we appreciate it that much more having been through all that.
