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I hit 25 weeks Friday. I feel huge, but that’s the way it goes. GeneSplice is getting more and more active by the day. I’m feeling flips and kicks, and I swear, I think I felt him wiggling his toes last night. Finn’s been able to feel him as well.
Onto other updates…
Last week seemed like it was a never-ending round of Murphy’s Law. It’s been raining almost non-stop (seriously, #prayforWestVirginia), last Sunday, Finn had to replace the upper coolant hose in the truck (it looked like the radiator blew when we got home from grocery shopping that night), on Wednesday, we realized the truck’s registration had expired IN MARCH. We have absolutely zero clue how we didn’t know, or how he hadn’t been pulled over for it. We do, however, know why we never received the renewal notice: his uncle is still living at his grandmother’s and either hiding or trashing mail. If grandma sees it first, we get it, otherwise, no. So, he had to pay personal property taxes ($120, with the late fee), plus the registration fee ($62). On Thursday, my coffee maker decided to take a crap. Sooo, yeah… it was a rough time.
But… there IS good news…
Our living room has been almost completely redecorated. Finn’s mom bought us a gently used recliner, and an entertainment center. It’s opened up our living room so much. On top of that, we found an amazing deal on an all-in-one washer/dryer. This thing is amazing. Seriously. Put the load in, add detergent, set it, and walk away. It takes care of washing AND drying. It’ll come in handy when GeneSplice makes his debut.
Speaking of GeneSplice…
We told Finn’s parents and grandmother the name we’re planning on giving him. And they liked it. His mom even offered advice on the middle name (Sirius Orion). I think we’ve finally figured it out.
It’s been a hectic few weeks. I was referred to a high risk OB because of my age. Ultrasound and blood work put me at low risk of any genetic birth defects, and I go back in a couple weeks for a redraw.
GeneSplice is surprisingly active. I’m not feeling full on movement just yet but friendly definitely feeling flutters. GeneSplice seems to like to curl up in the upper right side of my uterus. A couple weeks ago, I felt the tell-tell pressure, and when I looked, there was a very obvious bump on that side of my abdomen. I showed Finn, because I’d been trying to explain it to him for a few days.
During my ultrasound on 12w5d, Baby was extremely active. Sticking their tongue out, covering their face, even at one point doing what I called a “frog kick” (kicking both legs at the same time).
Ultrasounds these days are A LOT more detailed than when I was pregnant with my boys. We got to see all ten fingers, all ten toes, lobes of the brain, ect. The only thing we didn’t get to see was gender. But at 12w5d, that particular part of Baby’s anatomy isn’t developed enough to see.
Because it’s us, of fucking course, there has to be a dark cloud on our excitement; Finn’s brother and sister-in-law started trying to conceive when they found out we were trying. So guess who’s pissed off and jealous because we got pregnant “so quick” (notsomuch, we were actually on the cycle most doctors recommend to start testing). Within three months of trying, Finn’s brother thinks he’s sterile because it hasn’t happened for them yet. Well, ok then. Trying to explain to these people that out can take UP TO A YEAR for a healthy couple to conceive is like pulling teeth. Nevermind trying to explain that you only have about a 20% chance each cycle.
I’m dreading Easter, because after the way Finn’s sister-in-law looked at me during wedding planning, it’ll probably be ten times worse as my bump expands. I’m already noticeably pregnant, even to strangers, so there’s no “sucking it in” when I’ll be 16 weeks (four months).
I’ll **try** to start posting weekly updates.
I forgot how emotional pregnancy makes me. It feels like my brain is going a million miles an hour. Finn and I are overjoyed, as are our families.
I just dread making it publicly known. I know Z’s father is going to flip his lid. There’s no way I’m going to be able to hide it for long. I’m currently 5w4d and already showing a bit of a bump. It’s ridiculous. I’m going to be as big as a house come September.
I have to plan our public announcement carefully, down to the minute. Because I know as soon as H’s aunt on his father’s side finds out, she’ll be on the phone with him to tell him immediately. She did the same thing with our engagement. I didn’t have the chance to tell my son I was engaged before she ran off at the mouth. I currently have her, plus all of our mutual friends on my Facebook acquaintance list, and nothing I post is visible to any of them. I regularly double- and triple-check my privacy settings. At least once a week. And every time I make a post, I make sure it’s not visible to my acquaintance list.
I seriously just double-checked my recent posts. Pregnancy brain’s got me good.
On the other side of things, apparently Finn’s brother and SIL have been TTC as well, with no success. After SIL’s reactions during our engagement, I dread being in her presence with a baby bump. I’m not sure how long they’ve been trying, because that’s honestly not my business. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t start trying until after they found out we were.
I called my doctor’s office to schedule my first prenatal appointment Wednesday, and they called back yesterday. They scheduled my first three appointments. February 7th is my dating ultrasound (we’ll get to see the heartbeat!!💓💓), February 13th is my midwife appointment, and March 7th is my OB appointment.
When I bought the pregnancy test (to be honest, I only wanted to take a test to prove to myself that I’m NOT pregnant. I seriously thought I was infertile. Guess it was XH. Whoops.), I bought the “Test and confirm, and confirm, and confirm” by First Response. It was (obviously) a three pack. An early result test, a digital test, and a rapid result test, each less sensitive than the last.
Well, with such a dark line on the early result test, I didn’t feel the need to use the others right away. I staggered them every other day. The digital and the rapid response were both positive (obviously). I laughed my ass off with the rapid result test. It was such a strong positive that the test line pulled the dye from the control line:
^^The strongest positive I’ve ever received on a home pregnancy test.
I’m so freaking happy right now. Finn and I are struggling to keep it quiet. I’m hoping to wait until I hit the second trimester in March, but it’ll be a miracle if we make it that long. We’ve already told our parents, and a few close friends. I’m sure the word will slowly trickle out.
BECAUSE I’M PREGNANT!!!
I waited all day yesterday to be able to get to the store, but finally made it around 1030 last night. I couldn’t wait to take the test this morning, so I took it as soon as we got home.
Almost immediately, two beautiful, pink lines appeared (the test line is actually darker than the control!). In my shock, I grabbed the test, ran outside (shaking), looked at Finn while he was loading the truck to take our old couch to the dump, looked at him and said “It’s positive.”
Not exciting, not dramatic. I was just in too much shock for a big production.
As of today, I’m 4w2d (4 weeks, 2 days).
I’m late. Not by much, but still, I’m late. I’m confused as fuck. And it’s too damn cold outside to go out to the store. Zero symptoms either way.
So, yeah, I’m at a loss until either The Bitch shows up, or until I thaw enough to run to the store.
Ugh. I popped the egg 10 days ago (translation: I’m 10 Days Post Ovulation, or 10DPO), and I’m symptom spotting. Every little thing, I’m thinking “omg, I’m ___ that’s a symptom of pregnancy,” then my rational brain takes over and says “yeah, but it’s also a PMS symptom, quit freaking out, you’re not pregnant.” 😂😂😂
TTC is one helluva mind fuck. I know getting pregnant at my age, and with my history, is a long shot. It’s gonna be one helluva ride. Thank goodness Finn is so amazing about it all. I told him from day one, there’s a minimal chance I’d ever be able to make him a father. It is what it is.
Even if I’m not 100% sure if it was me or XH, the inability to get pregnant with XH is still a part of my medical history. Only time will tell at this point.
Finn and I are on cycle #4 of TTC (trying to conceive). I’ve been charting since I went off BCPs in May. But seriously half-assing it. This cycle, I’ve been on the ball. Temping, using ovulation tests, the whole 9.
When I input my temp this morning, I got my crosshairs. I popped the egg lb Thanksgiving.
We hit 3 out of 4 fertile days this cycle, so I’m really optimistic.
Fingers crossed that this is our cycle.
The past few weeks, my mind’s been going non-stop. I rarely get a break from it all. Sleep is a blissful respite from it all. That is, when sleep finds me.
Holidays are hard for me. Have been since my mom passed away. This year’s holiday season is already hard on me. My 35th birthday, the one I’ve been dreading for years, is about to hit me in the face. Advanced Maternal Age. Middle Age. I’m getting old.
Then, there’s TTC. I know, I know. We haven’t been trying that long, but I’m already over it. After trying over two years with my XH and no success, the experience left me feeling defeated. And now, each month having The Bitch show up rather than a positive pregnancy test is harder than I thought it would be.
Finn’s been amazing with it. He’s in the camp of “if it happens, it happens”, but it’s not a deal breaker if it doesn’t. I just hope he’ll back me if I want to pull the plug for a month or two.
I went out and bought some ovulation tests today, and I’m regretting sending spending that money already. But I also know they’ll help me keep at least part of my sanity, since I’ve been half-assing my charting the past few cycles.
No more unnecessary purchases, Tamma. Get with the program. Phone, tobacco, that’s it.
On another note, Finn’s mom has called/texted both of us, but has yet to mention anything about Thanksgiving. Finn and I have agreed to plan on having our own dinner here: chicken, mashed potatoes, stuffing, etc… We agreed that if they asked about it, we’d consider it. However, if they call day of, it’ll be “too little, too late.” Especially after we were told to call first the last time we’d popped in.
Finn and I are Trying To Conceive (TTC). I’ve been off birth control since May. I’m on unmedicated cycle 6. No big deal, since we weren’t actively “trying” until my August cycle. So, we’re on cycle 3 of actively trying.
I’m not holding out too much hope, however. Because we have a few things stacked against us…
My XH and I tried for over three years, and in that time, I had two very, very early miscarriages. Not sure if it was XH or me, but it’s on my mind. Finn had a bilateral hernia in his groin a few years before we met, and they used mesh to patch it. There’s a minute chance that can cause sterility in men. Also… My age. I turn 35 in 47 days. Advanced Maternal Age. That doesn’t mean it’s impossible for me to get pregnant, only harder. And if Finn does manage to knock me up, I’ll be considered high risk.
I’m attempting (and struggling) to take it day-by-day, cycle-by-cycle, but it’s hard when Finn’s mother decided to make it a competition between us and BIL&SIL over who can get pregnant first. She actually said those words… “Now it’s a competition to see who gets pregnant first” right in front of SIL and me.
This is my life now. MIL trying to turn everything into a competition between us and BIL&SIL. And I’m not having it. We don’t want to conceive a child because that’s what MIL wants. We want to conceive a child because that’s what WE want.
While we ARE trying, we’re of the opinion of “If it happens, it happens” because we KNOW what’s stacked against us.