Sunday, July 03, 2005

April 2004 - Pregnancy obsession.

After my D&C, I became obsessed with getting pregnant again. I longed for that feeling inside my body. As my dear friend Addison said - "You need to get back on that horse woman!" And this is what I did.

Since this blog is an insight into what has happened, I need to go into some detail here. I don't think my husband and I ever thought there could be such a thing as too much sex. From all of the reading I had done, I found the overall consensus to be that it was supposed to be easy to get pregnant right after a miscarriage. You were supposed to have a ton of pregnancy hormones still running through your system. Through all my reading, I became quite the expert on everything to do with conceiving a baby. Some tips to the trying:

Will and I did everything - from the tips above to just about standing on my head when the every other day event had finished taking place, we were doing it all.

At this point Will wanted to go back to the - "Let's see what happens" approach. To me this was not an option - we could not wait and see what happened. I NEEDED to be pregnant again. For those who know me as well, I am a Virgo. To be an infertile Virgo woman has to be the icing on the cake - it is a nightmare!! Virgo's have a plan and have control at all times. Having scheduled sex was not part of the plan!

Month after month, my periods continued as scheduled. At this point they were becoming slightly more irregular which was stressing me out. A few months came where day 29 came, no period and I was sure I was pregnant. My periods were just becoming more sporadic.

Since I have a pre existing condition of epilepsy, Dr. Bui was able to order many tests after the first miscarriage that they would typically not order until after two or three. We checked hormone levels, thyroid function etc. There was nothing wrong with me. This was a double edged sword in my mind. I didn't want to be dying, however, I wanted the doctor to say take this pill and this will never happen again. I was not so lucky!

In June, 2004, Will and I were still not pregnant and the house next door to us burned down. We were displaced for about 2 months and had to move in with my parents. Needless to say, baby making took a little break during this time. During this period, we were also considering moving to Atlanta. I was traveling back and forth across country. My last trip home was on my birthday, August 25, 2004, this day would become one of the most horrible days of my life.


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