I’ve been holding out on you guys for a while now but I’m finally ready to share our news. Our little family is growing and we are expecting a baby boy in February. This past summer when I would escape from the blog for a while I would blame it on traveling and being busy with all the summer fun. Where as part of that was true I was also trying to get through the first trimester, which hit me a little harder this pregnancy than it did with my daughter. I am now 18 weeks and feeling great.
I haven’t shared much (or anything) here on the blog about my journey in getting pregnant but it hasn’t been an easy one. We learned pretty early on when we were trying to get pregnant with our daughter that we would need to see a specialist. After almost a year of shots and medicines my doctor felt that in my case, IVF was most likely my best option for making a baby. I suppose as far as IVF goes we had it easy with her because after our first attempt we found out we were pregnant. However, this time around was a whole different story.
I first went back to my doctor in March of 2014 knowing it would be a process before I was able to start trying for another baby. IVF is a two-part process with there being an egg retrieval and then a transfer of the embryo. For some women the transfer is immediately followed by the retrieval within a 3-5 day period and for others they do the transfer 2-3 months after in order to give the body time to heal. In my case, my doctor always wanted to wait the 2-3 months. So in July of 2014 I had my retrieval and learned that we had one embryo to transfer. I had the transfer in October of that year but my body did not take it. After it worked the first time with my daughter I was shocked and devastated by this news. My husband and I both knew we wanted to try again so in January I had my second egg retrieval. Six days later I got a phone call that we had no eggs make it to the embryo stage and therefore we had nothing to transfer. I obviously did not take this news well at all and I was beginning to lose hope that having another baby wasn’t going to be in the cards for us. Due to the physical, emotional and financial toll of IVF Jason and I decided we would give it one more try and that would be it. On Easter Sunday of this year (there is no planning with IVF and when your body is ready and responding it’s go time) I had my third and last egg retrieval. This time we decided to transfer our best fertilized eggs earlier, on day three. June 11th I had my transfer and we got the news on June 22nd that I was pregnant. There were lots of happy tears shed that day and after so much heartache and bad news over the last year we realized what a true gift we had been given.
I’ve written this post so many times in my head and I’ve thought long and hard about sharing this news earlier but for me I needed this blog to be my outlet. Coming to this space and writing about things I love like food, healthy eating and family, has always been my happy place and I needed it to stay that way. There were a lot of people in my life who knew what I was going through and it helped to have that love and support from friends and family but sometimes I needed a place to go where I didn’t feel I had to talk about it or have people wondering where I was in the IVF process. I guess I’m opening up now because I know there are other women out there who are dealing with infertility and I want them to know they aren’t alone. It’s a roller coaster of a journey but the thing that kept me going was HOPE. I hoped and prayed so much for both of my babies and even though it wasn’t the path I would have chosen it has given me the most precious gifts I could ask for.