I stopped posting for a while, I had seriously given up on ttc.
My husband and I had scheduled a visit with a fertility facility back in October. We stoppedĀ ātryingā back in September because I miscarried again.Two weeks before our first consultation I started feeling extremely tired and then the breast pain kicked in.
I took a test and got a vfffl. I didnāt want to get my hopes up (after 5 back to back miscarriages)
I waited 2 weeks to even call a dr to schedule an appointment.Ā
* In the past, I would get myĀ āBFPā and start bleeding about 3 days later. So, naturally I just expected to wipe and see blood one day.
The day I got my vffffl I decided to take a digital to be sure. Normally when I would miscarry it would always say negative. This time to my surprise.... it was positive!!!
I cried like a BABY!!! I immediately sent a photo of it to my husband, he didnāt want to get his hopes up and at that point it was just a wait and see situation.
After testing for 2 weeks (3-4 times a day lol) I noticed my lines were actually progressing.Ā
This is something I have never experienced!
exactly at two weeks my line was super dark, even darker than the control line.Ā
This was taken at the day of my first dr visit. I went to aĀ ācheap drā who would def do an ultrasound and see me early and could possibly prescribe progesterone for me to be able to maintain my pregnancy.Ā
On the day of my visit the office was full, I waited 5 hours to even be called in.
I was tired, hungry and frustrated... but most of all anxious to know if there was an actual life growing inside of me.
FINALLY they called my name, and I laid on that bed. When the Dr started the ultrasound I closed my eyes and didn't want to look at the monitor. And then he saysĀ āhmmmmā...Instantly freaked me out. Then he saysĀ āOH, There we go! Well youāre not 8 weeks, youāre 6 but baby looks good! Want to hear the heartbeat?ā I nearly cried.Ā
I went to this visit on my own, I didn't want my husband to go through the trauma I went through with my first ultrasound ever (1st miscarriage). The doctor let me record the heartbeat and I immediately sent it to my husband via messenger. He was of course super excited because neither of us have ever even seen our angelās heartbeats.Ā
After reviewing my history the dr put me on progesterone until I hit 13 weeks.
I had my first prenatal visit with my actual dr 2 weeks later, so I was excited about seeing the baby again. We were shocked at how much he had grown (at this point I strongly felt it was a boy!)
My dr told me she didnāt think I needed the progesterone but that I could take it for peace of mind. I took it anyway, just to be safe. She told us that she doesnāt know why my last 5 pregnancies ended in miscarriage but from what she couldĀ see this baby was growing at the right pace and looked perfectly healthy. This came as a huge relief for us.Ā
The next 5 weeks were extremely lonnng. I just wanted to make it to theĀ āsafe pointā of my pregnancy. When i finally hit 13 weeks it still felt so surreal. I would freak out because the only symptoms I had was fatigue and sore breasts...which went away at around 12 weeks. I freaked out because I had no nausea and it SUCKED that we didnāt get an ultrasound on every visit. I had read about people using home dopplers for peace of mind but I kept seeing mixed opinions... People not being able to find the heart beat and freaking out even though everything was perfectly fine... but I figured Iām already freaking out... might as well order one. We ordered one and the first 2 days we struggled to find it, after that it was easy peasy! Anytime I was freaking out, I would just pull it out and listen to my little oneās heartbeat.
*ultrasound picture of our little man during our gender reveal ultrasound
I am currently 27 weeks and 3 days. My intuition was right, I am indeed having a boy! He wakes me up every morning at around 6 am kicking up a storm.Ā
Sometimes when my back is killing me and my feet are sore and swollen Iāll complain to my husband about how uncomfortable this is but he is quick to remind be about how 1 year ago we both thought this would never happen for us. And he is so right.
A year ago, I thought I would never experience growing a life inside of me. A year ago, I considered leaving him so he could find someone who could give him children. A year ago I went through 3 miscarriages.Ā
To all of my ttc family, please do not give up hope. Miracles DO happen.
I only hope to be able to carry this beautiful baby boy full term and have a healthy happy baby boy.