I didn't forget about the 25-week challenge. I just felt like keeping it serious last post.
I have no idea where the green pants are, but I stuffed myself into some regular low-rider jeans for the photo shoot. You can actually see my belly spilling over the sides in the front-view shot.
Once again, first pregnancy: [oh fuck this, I don't know where that photo is. Suffice it to say I looked considerably younger and smaller, pregnancy-wise]
|Actually you can't see my belly spilling over the sides of my jeans because my hands are in the way. I tried to get better light so you could see some contours over the belly, but it didn't work out. You can't tell anything from this photo.|
|If you look closely on the right you can see a big blob of my shadow, which I believe is a more accurate depiction of my physical state. This photo is pretty complimentary; I don't feel this small in real life.|
In case you were doing math, you might have figured out that if I'm 25 weeks now then I could not have been pregnant at the time of the post from early February 2016. Actually I was pregnant. A few days after that post I felt a little nauseated and decided to take another pregnancy test. It was positive. The funny thing is that I was sort of ambivalent about the result. I was still new at my job, I was feeling fit, and hitting a stride with parenting the two boys. I called the OB right away and told them about all the spotting, so I got an appointment right away also. There was something, but it wasn't a six-week embryo like it should have been. I was on "ectopic watch" for a week--not stressful at all--but when I returned for another ultrasound they determined there was an intrauterine pregnancy. Just no baby in it. The embryo never developed. My beta levels were rising, but not appropriately. I had a natural miscarriage one night at about 1 a.m., went back to sleep and woke up early in the morning to drive 2 hours for depositions with the worst cramps of my life. (FML. But anyway.) Watched my beta levels go down to 5, at which point I decided not to go back for another needle stick, even though the OB wanted them until under 4. I got my period back after not too much trouble, even though it was a little, shall we say, weird, for a few cycles. We protected for a month in April so that I wouldn't end up on a late-May Caribbean cruise in the throes of morning sickness (my work actually took all the attorneys and a guest on a weekend cruise! My first time!). Then I went back to the hated RE after 3-4 more months, and then got pregnant on my own on literally the last cycle before starting fertility meds. I didn't hate the RE this time around. I guess I was, sigh, ready. With the money we saved, I am going to throw myself a 40th birthday bash!