7 week ultrasound FB8

 

And to my surprise…it was still in there looking pretty much exactly the same as the week before, just 7 days bigger.  Normal.  Exactly the 5th time so far that my OB has referred to this pregnancy as normal.  I promptly went home and googled “normal” I was afraid it was a new terrible disease unlucky pregnant women get.

6 week ultrasound of FiscaBaby8

Thursday May 2nd we hit the 6 week mark (after starting lovenox, steroids and progesterone at the first sign of a line on the hpt at 8dpo we then had 2.5 weeks of nicely progressing pee sticks, betas and no bleeding) and thus headed in for my first dildo cam in over a year with my heart in my throat we saw this…

There was in fact a little one growing tight against the side of the gestational sac (so it was hard to get a good measurement) but the heart beat was there, and awesome and as always I stared at the screen in disbelief with tears sliding down my face.  Turns out we didn’t need thousands of dollars of IVF and CGH to stay pregnant, I just needed to be on the right meds, at the right time, to prevent my body from killing the babies as they were implanting. 

Then all of these happened

 

 

 

 

So this happened

And yes, I am that girl that every infertile hates-that girl who actually got her take home baby and then just had some free sex and is pregnant…again.
I’d hate me out of jealousy.

42 weeks on the outside

My reward baby has officially been out longer than he was in, and I’m still in awe of his awesomeness. I am still in awe of the awesomeness that is being a parent and I wont lie-I love every dang second of it. I didn’t find a newborn baby, wacked ass sleeping, adjusting to my life as a mom, night time wakings, issues with breast feeding nor teething to bother me because it simply wasn’t as bad as what I’d been through. And ohhhh how I wanted to just be a mom finally-so when it happened, every moment of it was better than I imagined-including all the supposedly lousy stuff. I believe I’ve attempted to come back here no less than 20 times over the past 9 months to blog about how frickin amazing he is and how lucky I am because he’s doing x or I’m finally doing x with him-but I don’t.

I guess part of me always stops because I know that my journey has become less interesting to those who are still following me or who have stumbled on this blog because well, “it” happened. The reason I started this blog in the first place (to blog about being pregnant and then all of the amazeball things I do with my little ones) has finally happened and yet because of my unfortunate, unexpected, shit sandwich journey to get there-“it” happening isn’t nearly as interesting as all the shit it took to get there.

And trust me, I get that because honestly I found blogs like mine while I was going through this shit and that’s how I got the information to push back at my doctors, switch doctors and advocate for myself-through other women who blogged and had similar and most important successful experiences. But in the end once I got the info I needed-I moved on from their blog in search of someone else who was in the thick of the battle.

And so life is good.

Life is really good because I never gave up and just kept pushing…I feel as if my efforts were rewarded with one hell of an awesome baby.  Not a miracle (I didn’t sit around waiting and praying for divine intervention-I busted my ass) and thus was rewarded not just with a baby, but a really good (and healthy normal) baby.

Below (if you care to scroll down) are some images of our little man-who I simply couldn’t love more, not even if I had 10 hearts.

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It has been 365 days…

since I heard my son’s (i still can’t believe I can type those words…MY son…I have a son!) heart beat for the first time.

The most incredible 365 days of my life.

You can’t slap the happy off my face.  Our Fiscafamily has been enhanced by Declan in ways that I had only dreamed of.

He is very healthy and we are all doing well.

I’m sorry for abandoning you, but after waiting so long to get here, I’m trying to live in (and soak up) every single minute!

A Birth Story Via Picture

It is…

even more amazing than I had ever imagined it would be and worth every single bit of the hell we went through.

 

July 17, 2012 12:50pm

On the night you were born, the moon shone with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered

“Life will never be the same.”

Because there had never been anyone like you…
ever in the world.

Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn
on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born.

We have *finally* Become.

Pregnant with FiscaBabyBoy: 38 Weeks

Far along: Thursday July 12, 2012: 38 weeks

Food aversions: None.

Food indulgences: Yep, still fruit.

Doctors appointments: High Risk MFM appointment x 1, Regular OB x 1, Non Stress Tests x 4 and our first time stepping foot in the labor and delivery ward for an external cephalic version x1.  Cervix is still only a finger tip dilated, there have been no contractions and his arse isn’t engaged in my pelvis whatsoever.

I’m still breech after the ECV FAIL coupled the gestational diabeetus that recommends delivery no later than your due date, my OB and the high risk MFM agreed that 39 weeks is plenty enough cooking time for us and so as long as I don’t go into labor before hand, we have been officially scheduled for a C-Section next Friday 7/20 at 12pm.

My body, yep, it’s still an asshole.  Got another new thing to add to my list of physical gripes…post the epic version FAIL-my blood pressure sky rocketed to 189/99.  This impressed no one and got me all sorts of extra blood tests run for pre eclampsia and infections as well as a bunch of ADDITIONAL monitoring and my first stint on ordered bed rest.

Things purchased for the baby: I have completed my registry and now have on property, or in the process of being shipped, the remainder of the big things and tiny little necessities needed to bring a baby home.

Milestones:  If there were a need to house a newborn under my roof right now, I could do so.