And baby makes three!

Yesterday, Jake and I decided we were going to share our exciting news with the world!

We are expecting our first child around November 3, 2010.

We’ve known since February 22, 2010.  I’m currently 7 weeks along, today.  It’s still really early, and I’m nervous to lose it, but we decided we would share the joy with everyone, and ask for prayers too.  We believe in God, and miracles, which we believe this pregnancy to be to us.

I have wanted children ever since I was a little girl.  No joke.  I’m the oldest of four 5 kids, and the oldest of 16 cousins on my mom’s side.  I have always loved babies.  When one of my cousins and I were younger, we would pretend we just had babies and we would care for them… and it just never stopped. I couldn’t wait.

However, ever since I hit puberty, I knew something was “wrong.”  I was totally irregular with cycles, but tried not to worry about it.  I had other random physical symptoms I tried to just ignore, until I met my husband and fell in love.  Then, I realized how serious things were and how scary the possibility that we might never have a child together would really be.

I have a few close friends who have fertility issues and were already seeing doctors, and found out some of my family members on my father’s side did as well.  After one of my friends who had problems conceiving became pregnant, she really urged me to seek a specialist.  Scared as I was, I did.

They told me I most likely had PCOS (Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome), though they never “officially” diagnosed me, if you will.  They decided that this fit, seeing as how my cycles were totally irregular (in 2008 I had one the whole year), and I had some of the other symptoms as well.  So began the journey.

They tried Clomid. They discovered that, aside from the nasty side-effects, it had no affect on my ovaries.

The next time, they tried Tamoxifen, another oral medication.  I had hope it was working, but it didn’t.

Then came two cycles of using Letrizol, another oral medication, coupled with an hCG “trigger” shot. The first time they administered it to me.   The second time Jake (my husband) did.

The cycles before this last one I was really stressed out and anxious. I couldn’t wait to take a pregnancy test, and cried so hard when they came back negative.

Oddly enough, this last cycle, I was relaxed, and felt almost as if it wasn’t as pressing an issue.

On February 22, I took a test, on a whim.  I was so certain I was going to get my cycle the next day that I took it just to prove to myself I was right and it was coming.  I was in total shock and utter disbelief when the test read “PREGNANT.”  I left it in the bathroom and came back three times before taking a photo and telling my husband.

I wish I had some exciting way to end this, other than to say that we are so fortunate, so blessed, and so thankful that our miracle has finally arrived.

For those of you out there who, like I had at many times, feel hopeless, broken, or that it may never happen, I pray that you do not lose hope.   I know it’s hard.  I know it’s hard to watch everyone else around you enjoy what you want most in the world.

I have a great group of four friends who struggled with fertility issues.  All have had children, or are pregnant.   They were my shining light of hope.

If you need someone, I’m here.

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