Ack! Retrieval tomorrow! I have had about 18 follicles on ultrasound. This cycle like my other two I had a drop in my estrogen so who knows if that is going to leave me not many eggs at retrieval like my other cycles. This facility is so much more on top of things then the last center I used. I have been too the doc for ultrasound and bloodwork every day for the last week! My poor arms! ! So they were able to catch the drop early and it didn't stop much. We shall see! The people here are very optimistic. Still trying not to get my hope up too much though!
It is different going this time around. I am much more distracted- which is definitely a good thing!
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
round 3
I can't believe I'm writing this, but we are a go for IVF round 3, baby 2. We are using a different center and slightly different protocol this time. Today is cycle day 2 and I'm to start my 2-3 weeks of birth control tomorrow and then injections right after. I can't believe we are doing this again. At first, with our initial consultation and everything I was feeling very confident... but now as it is closer to really happening I'm getting more nervous. This center does have much better success rates than the last center we used... so we'll see. It is different going through again already having a successful cycle. I'm hoping this will helpme be more relaxed having this constant distraction.
Hubby and I decided to start "trying" again as soon as baby was close to one. Since we have to do infertility treatments there is no telling how long is going to take- one cycle, twochicks, five cycles? We just know that we would love to have another baby and really want Jonathan to be a big brother. So here we go again?!
Hubby and I decided to start "trying" again as soon as baby was close to one. Since we have to do infertility treatments there is no telling how long is going to take- one cycle, twochicks, five cycles? We just know that we would love to have another baby and really want Jonathan to be a big brother. So here we go again?!
Friday, April 19, 2013
update
Hey all. I'm not sure if anyone is following this blog anymore. .. but I wanted to say hi and to let you know that I am starting a family blog.http://teambabycakes.blogspot.com/?m=0 this post year went by so fast and I wish I had kept up blogging better.
Anyways. I have still been following everyone's blogs. I might start writing here again soon as it looks like we'll be starting ivf again with a different center. I have my follow up next Thursday.
How everyone is doing well.
Because I'm updating on my phone and having some issues with the link here it is one more time.
http://teambabycakes.blogspot.com/?m=0
Anyways. I have still been following everyone's blogs. I might start writing here again soon as it looks like we'll be starting ivf again with a different center. I have my follow up next Thursday.
How everyone is doing well.
Because I'm updating on my phone and having some issues with the link here it is one more time.
http://teambabycakes.blogspot.com/?m=0
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
The Nursery
After moving we had a lot of help getting the house painted. I had already picked out which room I wanted to be the nursery, but it was BRIGHT PINK! Luckily good friends from church came and helped paint the room and get it baby ready!
I searched and searched for a "theme" I wanted for the boys rooms. I didn't know what I wanted, I just knew that I didn't want Monkeys or Jungle themes. I sent my husband different ideas and he was always like I don't care, it is your decision. Thanks for the help! heh. So I came across this theme one day. I was like dogs (we LOVE our dog Sidney) and sports (we both LOVE sports and are pretty athletic). What could be a better combination! I sent it to my husband and he responded- LOVE IT! And the rest was history! ;)
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| What the room looked like when we bought the house... definitely not for a boy!! |
I searched and searched for a "theme" I wanted for the boys rooms. I didn't know what I wanted, I just knew that I didn't want Monkeys or Jungle themes. I sent my husband different ideas and he was always like I don't care, it is your decision. Thanks for the help! heh. So I came across this theme one day. I was like dogs (we LOVE our dog Sidney) and sports (we both LOVE sports and are pretty athletic). What could be a better combination! I sent it to my husband and he responded- LOVE IT! And the rest was history! ;)
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| All done! We used "Bow Wow" Bedding by Lambs and Ivy |
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| My little sister used the puppies in the quilt as an idea and painted the pictures above the crib |
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| I just love it! |
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| Hoping the little man and Sid are best friends :) |
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| This was my husband's dresser when he was a kid. My dad refinished it and we added some fun knobs! |
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| Close up |
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| Sporty knobs |
Now we are just keeping our fingers crossed that JD isn't allergic to dogs or scared of them! Right now he is absolutely obsessed with Sidney. He giggles and squeals everytime he sees her!
Increase Sperm Quality?
I was watching the news this morning and they started talking about the benefits of walnuts...
Felt like I should pass it on... I know I might pick up some walnuts for my hubby on the way home today!
http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/249191.php
Good Luck!!
Felt like I should pass it on... I know I might pick up some walnuts for my hubby on the way home today!
http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/249191.php
Good Luck!!
Monday, August 6, 2012
Jonathan David is here! (finally)
As I had mentioned in my last post, I had an anterior placenta. Apparently this can make movement more difficult to feel, which it did (but then again, it didn't- more on that). This made an already anxious pregnant lady even more anxious! However, since I had hypothyroid, my doctors had wanted extra monitoring for little man since it can cause growth restrictions and other issues. My little man, definitely didn't have any growth restrictions, but I was really happy with the extra monitoring. For the last four weeks I had biweekly nonstress tests and weekly biophysical profiles. In all the nonstress tests, they asked me to drink juice (sometimes I would have to drink extra) to get the amount of movements they wanted... and all of our ultrasounds he just laid there, completely content... I think we only got our required movements once out. However, this lack of feeling movement and lack of movement seen on ultrasounds/nonstress tests were not concerning for the doctors. His heart rate accelerations with movement looked perfect, his practice breaths were perfect, everything else looked great.... Still freaked me out, so my doppler was my best friend that last few months!
The weekend before my due date, my hubby and I were (still) doing projects around the house. There were a lot of last minute things that we needed to do. I had been feeling good, but still anxious (still working at the hospital- but had just dropped to 8hr shifts instead of 12), but just HUGE! At my ultrasound about a week or so earlier, they were guestimating his weight to be around 8lb 11oz. Now, this didn't surprise me at all. My husband was almost ten pounds, and my brother was almost ten pounds (and my mom is smaller than me!), and all the girls in my family were over eight pounds). Hubby and I were out running some errands and our last stop was Home Depot. While there I just started to feel "bad." I couldn't really explain it, but didn't feel good and felt nauseated. When we went home, I went to the bathroom and noticed I had a lot of brown mucus discharge stuff. I let the doctor on call know, and he said come in if I start to get consistent contractions. By that evening I had been having contractions about 5 minutes apart. I called him back and he said to come in when they get to three minutes apart. I tried to go to sleep, but laying down just made them so much more painful, so neither me or husband got any sleep that night (night one of no sleep). By morning my contractions were three minutes apart, so we went on it to the hospital. They put me on the monitor and I was having strong contractions three minutes apart... unfortunately I was only 1cm dilated. They took me off the monitor and I walked around and did all I good to get this labor "going."
By the afternoon, my contractions had spread out to about every 10-15 minutes so they sent me home and told me to come back if they were three minutes apart again. That night while trying to sleep contractions came back full force so no sleep for me or hubby again (night two of no sleep), but they were never consistently 3 minutes apart for longer than an hour or two so we didn't go in. I had an appointment that morning anyways for a nonstress test and biophysical. They could see how strong my contractions were on the nonstress test so they ended up checking me again, and I was still just 1 cm. C'MON!!! SERIOUSLY!? I told the nurse midwife that I was having trouble sleeping and stuff at night, and her suggestion was a bath and a glass of wine or to take some tylenol PM. I didn't want to do either (I was really afraid of the Tylenol PM because of the lack of movement we were having already), but I was so desperate by Monday night that I took it. Monday night was absolutely horrible. (Night three of no sleep!) Not only was I having frequent painful contractions, I was exhausted from the lack of sleep and the Tylenol PM wasn't helping at all! Tuesday morning I called begging to talk to one of the nurse midwives. I was miserable. I was having contractions about every 7-10 minutes apart and they had been that way through the night- and at times more frequent. I met with the nurse midwife and I was FINALLY up to 3cm dilated!! She said go to the hospital when my contractions were three minutes apart for over 2-3hrs. Luckily for me my favorite doctor was on that night. By afternoon they were three minutes apart, so I called my husband to let him know, but not to rush. I kept putting it off because I was worried if we got to the hospital they were just going to send me home. Around 8pm we decided to go in.
Well, the doctor checked me and I was 4cm! She put me on the monitor- contractions 2-3min apart. I was officially in active labor! She told me to walk and other things to get stuff going, and then she wanted me to sleep for a few hours overnight since I hadn't slept in days. She said the exhaustion could actually stall my labor. I walked the halls, bounced on my ball, etc until about 1am. She checked me I was 4.5cm and she said she wanted to give me a little something to let me sleep for a few hours. So I slept, and woke up around 4-5ish.... and my contractions were about 10-20min apart. WTF!?! Seriously? I walked the halls, took a warm shower. Nothing. I basically told the doctor I couldn't do this anymore so plllleeeeaaaaseee start pitocin! Apparently, my body wanted little man out, but he didn't want to come out AT ALL. He was perfectly content. So content that even the nurses were making me drink juice, because they weren't seeing enough movement/accelerations from him! Silly boy. Another reason why I wanted him out. I just couldn't take the anxiety anymore. Looking back, I feel like if I wasn't so anxious, I probably wouldn't have cared so much about such an extended early labor.... but whatever. The doctor agreed to start pitocin. He was going to be born that day! YAY!!!!! I couldn't wait.
Dang. Pitocin was started sometime between 6-7ish. My contractions increased in intensity super super fast. The hardest part for me was needing to go pee every five minutes. Around eight-nine I got an epidural and I was like 8-9cm already. The doctor decided to break my water and then by 10am I was 9.5. I had my epidural, my pitocin, my water broke... I was feeling GREEAAT! Bring on the baby... Well, Jonathan had other ideas. He just didn't want to come out... at all. In fact- he never once moved down in station from where he started. So, by 1pm we decided that our little man was going to have to be taken out by c-section. At that point I didn't care. I was so ready to meet him. Soooo... Jonathan David was born at 2:10pm on Wednesday, March 21, his Pop's (my dad's) birthday. He weight 8lb 7oz and was 21 1/2 inches long. He was sooo little (to us) which made all the doctors and nurses laugh, because in actuality he was a BIG baby... but from everything that I had imagined- he was so little and so perfect!
Here is a bunch of pictures....
By the time we had left the hospital, Jonathan had lost over that 10% mark and was weighing in under 7.5lbs. They didn't seem concerned since he was breastfeeding, making plenty of wet and poopy diapers and my milk hadn't completely come in yet. By his one week appointment he had already gained almost all of it back.... and hasn't stopped since!
I will try to be better updating... this little one is what the pediatrician calls "high maitenance" in that he needs your attention constantly and LOVES to be held. Lack of sleep, lack of time, babies change everything... but I am loving every single minute!
The weekend before my due date, my hubby and I were (still) doing projects around the house. There were a lot of last minute things that we needed to do. I had been feeling good, but still anxious (still working at the hospital- but had just dropped to 8hr shifts instead of 12), but just HUGE! At my ultrasound about a week or so earlier, they were guestimating his weight to be around 8lb 11oz. Now, this didn't surprise me at all. My husband was almost ten pounds, and my brother was almost ten pounds (and my mom is smaller than me!), and all the girls in my family were over eight pounds). Hubby and I were out running some errands and our last stop was Home Depot. While there I just started to feel "bad." I couldn't really explain it, but didn't feel good and felt nauseated. When we went home, I went to the bathroom and noticed I had a lot of brown mucus discharge stuff. I let the doctor on call know, and he said come in if I start to get consistent contractions. By that evening I had been having contractions about 5 minutes apart. I called him back and he said to come in when they get to three minutes apart. I tried to go to sleep, but laying down just made them so much more painful, so neither me or husband got any sleep that night (night one of no sleep). By morning my contractions were three minutes apart, so we went on it to the hospital. They put me on the monitor and I was having strong contractions three minutes apart... unfortunately I was only 1cm dilated. They took me off the monitor and I walked around and did all I good to get this labor "going."
By the afternoon, my contractions had spread out to about every 10-15 minutes so they sent me home and told me to come back if they were three minutes apart again. That night while trying to sleep contractions came back full force so no sleep for me or hubby again (night two of no sleep), but they were never consistently 3 minutes apart for longer than an hour or two so we didn't go in. I had an appointment that morning anyways for a nonstress test and biophysical. They could see how strong my contractions were on the nonstress test so they ended up checking me again, and I was still just 1 cm. C'MON!!! SERIOUSLY!? I told the nurse midwife that I was having trouble sleeping and stuff at night, and her suggestion was a bath and a glass of wine or to take some tylenol PM. I didn't want to do either (I was really afraid of the Tylenol PM because of the lack of movement we were having already), but I was so desperate by Monday night that I took it. Monday night was absolutely horrible. (Night three of no sleep!) Not only was I having frequent painful contractions, I was exhausted from the lack of sleep and the Tylenol PM wasn't helping at all! Tuesday morning I called begging to talk to one of the nurse midwives. I was miserable. I was having contractions about every 7-10 minutes apart and they had been that way through the night- and at times more frequent. I met with the nurse midwife and I was FINALLY up to 3cm dilated!! She said go to the hospital when my contractions were three minutes apart for over 2-3hrs. Luckily for me my favorite doctor was on that night. By afternoon they were three minutes apart, so I called my husband to let him know, but not to rush. I kept putting it off because I was worried if we got to the hospital they were just going to send me home. Around 8pm we decided to go in.
Well, the doctor checked me and I was 4cm! She put me on the monitor- contractions 2-3min apart. I was officially in active labor! She told me to walk and other things to get stuff going, and then she wanted me to sleep for a few hours overnight since I hadn't slept in days. She said the exhaustion could actually stall my labor. I walked the halls, bounced on my ball, etc until about 1am. She checked me I was 4.5cm and she said she wanted to give me a little something to let me sleep for a few hours. So I slept, and woke up around 4-5ish.... and my contractions were about 10-20min apart. WTF!?! Seriously? I walked the halls, took a warm shower. Nothing. I basically told the doctor I couldn't do this anymore so plllleeeeaaaaseee start pitocin! Apparently, my body wanted little man out, but he didn't want to come out AT ALL. He was perfectly content. So content that even the nurses were making me drink juice, because they weren't seeing enough movement/accelerations from him! Silly boy. Another reason why I wanted him out. I just couldn't take the anxiety anymore. Looking back, I feel like if I wasn't so anxious, I probably wouldn't have cared so much about such an extended early labor.... but whatever. The doctor agreed to start pitocin. He was going to be born that day! YAY!!!!! I couldn't wait.
Dang. Pitocin was started sometime between 6-7ish. My contractions increased in intensity super super fast. The hardest part for me was needing to go pee every five minutes. Around eight-nine I got an epidural and I was like 8-9cm already. The doctor decided to break my water and then by 10am I was 9.5. I had my epidural, my pitocin, my water broke... I was feeling GREEAAT! Bring on the baby... Well, Jonathan had other ideas. He just didn't want to come out... at all. In fact- he never once moved down in station from where he started. So, by 1pm we decided that our little man was going to have to be taken out by c-section. At that point I didn't care. I was so ready to meet him. Soooo... Jonathan David was born at 2:10pm on Wednesday, March 21, his Pop's (my dad's) birthday. He weight 8lb 7oz and was 21 1/2 inches long. He was sooo little (to us) which made all the doctors and nurses laugh, because in actuality he was a BIG baby... but from everything that I had imagined- he was so little and so perfect!
Here is a bunch of pictures....
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| Daddy got to sleep... Mommy.. not so much :) |
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| Brand new baby.... |
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| First time seeing baby... I said "Hi Jonathan" and he turned his head to look at me... Knew his Momma already- best feeling ever! |
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| Daddy- still getting teared up looking at this miracle! |
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| Couldn't wait to get his Tennessee hat on! He actually came out with super long nails and had a bunch of scratch marks over his face at birth... |
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| Daddy's First Dirty diaper... I don't know who is more traumatized |
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| Jonathan's first lacrosse sticks..... from daddy of course! |
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| Mimi and Pop |
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| Little man ready to go home! |
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| Daddy makes carrying the carseat look so easy! |
I will try to be better updating... this little one is what the pediatrician calls "high maitenance" in that he needs your attention constantly and LOVES to be held. Lack of sleep, lack of time, babies change everything... but I am loving every single minute!
It has been a VERY long while..
WOW! The last time I posted I was 23 weeks pregnant... and now I have a 4 month old... I can't believe it.... Soon after I posted, life picked up REALLY fast. I have been reading everyone's stories on my phone but that makes it very difficult to comment and post. We have a desktop computer in our basement office, but I don't like hanging down there much, so I FINALLY unpacked my old laptop, so HOPEFULLY I will get a little better with this posting thing!
So I last posted right around Thanksgiving. My husband had just had a varicocele repair, we spent Thanksgiving in Ohio with my family, and we just found out we were having a boy. We had put our townhouse for sale in August/September and at the beginning of December we got an offer... catch is: they wanted to close December 30! Yikes! We couldn't move into the single family house we had put an offer on until mid-February (keep in mind- that would make me 8mo pregnant!)! Luckily we were able to negotiate a rent back with the buyers so we wouldn't have to move twice.
(Just FYI, little man just had a huge blowout- up the back, in the hair, somehow on his arm and face... I dunno... going straight to the bath!)
Come January, our Realtor told us that the lady we were buying our house from was wondering if we could move up the move date to mid-January instead of February! This was perfect! I was getting really nervous about moving less than a month before my due date!
This only gave us a few weeks to pack.move. By this point, I was HUGE. On my days off, I would pack, and then at night my husband would pack boxes into both cars and we would drive over to the new house at night and he would unpack the cars (my poor husband). We had about a week overlap where we had both houses. My parents even came one weekend to help. My mom was nervous I would be doing too much. Before the official move, we had our carpets professionally cleaned, certain rooms (with high ceilings) professionally painted, and then our friends and family helped paint (almost) the rest of the house! It was AMAZING how much we got accomplished during just a few days with the help of our family and friends.
So during all this "fun" while I was packing one day... I stepped backwards, tripped over a box that I was packing and fell on my butt/back. I didn't know what to do so I called my husband at work and he suggested I should call the doctor just to let them know. I told him not to worry, but I am glad he suggested I do that.(by this point in my pregnancy, I had already started to become increasingly paranoid about the lack of movement I had been feeling, but everytime I told the doctor, they brushed it off to an anterior placenta. My anxiety had gotten so bad that I was taking my doppler to work to check on baby during breaks!)... I didn't want to call and overreact- so any chance I may get extra monitoring, I would take it! LOL When I called the nurse, she said she thought it was fine since I had landed on my butt, but she would check with the doctor just in case. I called my husband and told him not to worry because they didn't need me to come in. However, 2 hours later, the on call nurse calls back saying they wanted me to go to L&D for some extra monitoring (extra monitoring, yay!!)... unfortunately we were now entering DC rush hour traffic and it has taken my husband over 2hrs to get home before.... well I called him, and he was able to get home in record time. I think he was more nervous than me! LOL... Well we went for the extra monitoring and everytime I told the story, it made people laugh (I mean, it probably sounded pretty funny to think of this 7.5mo pregnant lady falling backwards into a huge moving box and probably only seeing her legs sticking out!). Luckily little man looked good and we were sent home.
The next 2 mo were filled with working, unpacking, anxiety, baby showers and a healthy baby boy! Birth Story next post!
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| Officially Closed 12/31/11 |
(Just FYI, little man just had a huge blowout- up the back, in the hair, somehow on his arm and face... I dunno... going straight to the bath!)
Come January, our Realtor told us that the lady we were buying our house from was wondering if we could move up the move date to mid-January instead of February! This was perfect! I was getting really nervous about moving less than a month before my due date!
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| Sidney overseeing the move |
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| Professional painters in the family room and kitchen |
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| Our house!! |
So during all this "fun" while I was packing one day... I stepped backwards, tripped over a box that I was packing and fell on my butt/back. I didn't know what to do so I called my husband at work and he suggested I should call the doctor just to let them know. I told him not to worry, but I am glad he suggested I do that.(by this point in my pregnancy, I had already started to become increasingly paranoid about the lack of movement I had been feeling, but everytime I told the doctor, they brushed it off to an anterior placenta. My anxiety had gotten so bad that I was taking my doppler to work to check on baby during breaks!)... I didn't want to call and overreact- so any chance I may get extra monitoring, I would take it! LOL When I called the nurse, she said she thought it was fine since I had landed on my butt, but she would check with the doctor just in case. I called my husband and told him not to worry because they didn't need me to come in. However, 2 hours later, the on call nurse calls back saying they wanted me to go to L&D for some extra monitoring (extra monitoring, yay!!)... unfortunately we were now entering DC rush hour traffic and it has taken my husband over 2hrs to get home before.... well I called him, and he was able to get home in record time. I think he was more nervous than me! LOL... Well we went for the extra monitoring and everytime I told the story, it made people laugh (I mean, it probably sounded pretty funny to think of this 7.5mo pregnant lady falling backwards into a huge moving box and probably only seeing her legs sticking out!). Luckily little man looked good and we were sent home.
The next 2 mo were filled with working, unpacking, anxiety, baby showers and a healthy baby boy! Birth Story next post!
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