WARNING: This post has a lot of gross girl talk so if you’re a boy (or girl) and don’t like hearing about periods and cycles and crap…stop reading now.
You know that saying – “great things happen when you least expect them”?
Well, it’s true.
When we found out Mom had cancer in October of 2011, Jon and I decided it was time to start trying to make a babeh! While our original plan was to wait a little longer, it was really important to me to do everything I could to make sure my Mom had the chance to meet her grandchildren. While I’ve heard from many wise people you’re never truly READY for kids, I felt as if we were as ready as we were going to get. So why not let the journey begin?
We started out not really TRYING…more just letting things happen. Jon would eloquently tell our friends and family, “we have pulled the goalie!” He’s so sweet.
Once we had gone about 8 months with no results, my gynecologist suggested I start keeping track of my basal body temperature. I honestly had no idea what I was doing with this, but my plan was to chart it for a couple of months, bring it to my doctor, and have him tell me what it meant.
My doctor suggested that once we had been trying for a year with no results, to come back to him and we would try Clomid (not a drug to make you have sextuplets, just a medicine to get you ovulating).
Another reason my basal body temperature tracking was difficult was because my cycle was CRAZY. When I went off birth control in October I had a semi-normal 30-ish day cycle. From that point on though, my cycle kept getting longer and longer. I was having 40, 50 and even a 60 day cycle (a normal cycle is 28-30 days). Since I was technically “late” every cyle, I literally thought I was pregnant all the time. I would get REALLY excited, think “OMG this could be it!”, take a pee test, and fail miserably.
The first couple weeks of October 2012, I knew I was about to start my period any day. I had my normal symptoms: swollen, tender boobies and crazy cramps. These two symptoms were not strangers to me. I had them the week before my period since 6th grade. So I went through a week of throbbing boobs and crazy cramps, waiting for aunt flow. But she never came. My cycle this time around was up to 50+ days…but that wasn’t TOO abnormal. I thought nothing of it.
This is totally normal, right?
I came home on a Monday night after work & grad class, tired, grumpy and hungry. Jon was home waiting for me watching TV with Wrigs. I went to take a frozen dinner out of the freezer, and a large bag of chicken breasts slammed out onto the floor. In a normal and total rational way (yea right) I took the bag of chicken and slammed it back into the freezer, making both Wrigley and Jon jump.
I then proceeded to stomp over to the microwave, launch my meal inside, throw the door shut, and practically punch the time and start button. Jon and Wrigs sat with wide eyes, afraid to move, as it was evident that crazy Katy was present. As I went to put the box back into the freezer, the breasts de chicken came tumbling out of the freezer once again, and landed directly on my toe. Jon and Wrigley cringed…and I went ballistic. I was yelling, slamming doors and going nuts. I was so mad. Mad at class. Mad at the chicken. Mad at the world.
The next evening, I had calmed down from the chicken incident, but felt horrible about what a butt I was to Wrigley and Jon for no reason. “What is wrong with me?”, I thought.
I got home from a grad group meeting and had just gotten off the phone with Jon. He was on his way home from a basketball game in Richmond and said he would be home in 20 minutes. I threw my dinner in the microwave (this is how I cook during school) and went to do my normal pee-before-I-eat thing (remember, I have to pee before every major event).
Even though I knew for sure in my heart of hearts that I wasn’t pregnant, I decided to take a quick test to rule it out. I had literally told my Mom earlier that dday, after describing my melt down the night before, “and NO I’m not pregnant! So don’t go getting all excited”. I did my thang, put the stick on the counter, stood up, and within seconds I saw two, unmistakable pink lines looking back at me.
“Oh shit” I said out loud.
…to be continued