Where I go on and on about baby making and blahblahblah…

So, if you read yesterday’s post, you know that I am pregnant. *smirky face bursting with happiness*

Or, as John enjoys saying, “I banged you and got you knocked up!”

Either way.

A few of you have asked if we were trying.  The answer to that is actually both yes and no.

See, when I got pregnant with Braden, we were REALLY trying.  I was taking my basal body temperature every day at 6am before I started moving (thermometer and notepad on bedside table) and then charting it online to create ovulation prediction graphs.  I was using ovulation predictor kits – Pee on a stick every day and it will say YES! or NO! so that you know if you should RUN HOME AND DO IT. 

I was testing and charting my cervical position, openness, and mucous, for crying out loud!  You haven’t lived until you’ve swished your finger around in there thinking, “is that high and medium or medium and open?”  and “I think this is egg-white mucous, it’s pretty slimy….”

THAT’S trying. 

This?  Well, this was basically trying the relaxed way.  As in, I stopped taking The Pill at the end of January to regain my libido and shrug off the worst of my depression.  (And it worked! Hurrah!)  But John and I discussed everything in detail, and decided that we wanted to get pregnant sometime this year, anyway… so we figured we would just forget about trying NOT to get pregnant.

So basically… we tried by not NOT trying.  Hah!  Looks like it worked for us.  We feel incredibly blessed and are grateful beyond words.

The other question I’ve been getting is: when’s the due date/how far along are you?

I would love to tell you… but I cannot do so yet with certaintly.  (And the control freak in me is positively FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS, by the way.  She’s just having seizures and melt-downs, pulling her hair out in clumps and FROTHING AT THE MOUTH.)

My last cycle was only 3 weeks long.  Usually I’m a 4-weeker.  Ovulation is generally during the second week, if nothing is fertilized, my period happens in week 4.  Last month, “my period” happened in week 3.  This both weirded me out and upset me.  See… that tends to be a bad sign, because if your cycle is too short, you don’t even have the chance to become pregnant.  Stick that together with what I learned from my Endocrinologist – women with Hashimoto’s (like me) often have trouble conceiving – and you had one worried Baby Momma.  It was also right when we were moving out of Mold House… so I was already stressed.  So, I just assumed my body was BLAH and I didn’t even take a test.

But upon reflection?  That could have been implantation bleeding.  Implantation, you see, occurs 6-13 days after ovulation (like, possibly in your third week, fyi).  Well, that last “period” was also very light and very short.

The point of all of that drawn-out blahblahblah?  It’s possible we conceived either Mid-March or Early April.  And we’re not absolutely sure which!

Sooooo.  The Carrolls are packin’ it up early Tuesday morning and heading to the lab at the OBGYN’s office.  There, blood will be drawn and tested for pregnancy hormone or hCG.  If the hormone levels are very, very low, the nurse says it is almost certain I conceived just recently.  If they are above “10,000″ (direct quote from her) it indicates a pregnancy further along, and I can have an ultrasound for precise measurement.  She says the labs should be back by Tuesday afternoon, so I’ll keep you all posted.

And before long, I may even be able to put up one of those cheesy sidebar widgets where you can watch my Floating Virtual Baby grow and imagine you’re seeing into my very own, real, wet and slimy uterus!

YAY!