7:30 appointment

From now on I am going to make super sure and ask AM or PM when they give me an appointment time. I almost couldn´t sleep last night because I was so excited. Set the alarm for 6:20. Even straightened my hair for the new doc. Ya know, since he´s gonna be so concerned with my hair and not my vadge... Did I mention it is a MAN doctor? That´s a first for me! So yeah, we get there and the office is CLOSED. It doesn´t open until 8:00... So I get pissed at the recepcionist first. And we wait a little longer (Franco has to be at work at 8) and it dawns on me (insert lightbulb here) Maybe it´s 7:30PM since they take a 4 hour lunch break/siesta from 5-9. Seriously. Mexican time is SO throwed off. They go to work late, eat lunch late, then leave work late. No thanks. Oh and if ANY Mexican tells you ¨al ratito¨ (in a little bit) that can range anywhere from 20 minutes to 2 days, FYI. So now I have to have butterflies and be excited all day, blah! Mom even texted at 9:00 and asks yay or nay? She got a CALL ME in response. On a positive note, I have my parents blessings. I think they are happy and are ready to be grandparents. Yay for babies! She only bought an antique crib like 3 years ago, she´s been ready : )

Subject change: swine flu. At first I was totally against the vaccination as they haven´t done very much testing on it. Then I marinate on it a little longer and have a change of mind. They wouldn´t have APPROVED the thing if they didn´t think it was safe. And the flip side is much worse than getting the actual shot. Living in Mexico where sanitation isn´t one of the top priorities, I think I need it more than alot of other folks might. Mom doesn´t even want me to get on a plane next month to come home because the virus can travel 10 rows in front AND behind you in a plane. Uyyy. Plus I´ve been doing some reading and asked around what other pregnant women´s doctors said and they are all for it. PLUS technology and medical studies/practices have come ALONG way since that whole deal in the 70´s where everybody ended up paralyzed who got the injection. I´m doing it and I don´t care what you think. And even though I have the worst luck in the Americas, I am not gonna let that be a factor in this pregnancy either. I am gonna have this baby until somebody who is highly trained tells me otherwise!

And I tested again on Sunday morning. I honestly don´t think Franco believed it or was able to get too excited until I did either. He said this one looks alot more ¨chido¨ : ))

PLEASE LET THIS BE IT

Apparently I really suck at updating my blog. A lot has gone down since I last updated, but the most important would be the fact that I got a positive pregnancy test yesterday! Ahhhh! I first tested back on Tuesday morning because I wanted to see a negative result before I went out and got trashed for Mexican Indpendence Day. And it was worth it, we had a really really bad ass time. I love boxing. And I love the month of September in Mexico... here I was thinking people were proud to be from Texas. Oh no, the whole country of Mexico turns tri-colors during September. There´s just excitement in the air and a ton of brown pride. Plus the lights and decorations on the Municipal building are way cool. Still need to get over there and take some pics...
So, thanks to a dear friend who peer pressured me into to peeing on a stick, I did.
Here it is for what it´s worth. I swear I am not a nut and there IS a 2nd line. The ghetto blackberry camera just wasn´t cooperating.



And here is how I suprised the husband. I had the bib and the test on top of the toilet to see when he woke up.


So yeah. We are thrilled. Salome is especially just over the moon. He´s already kissing my tummy. We feel so blessed to have the chance to be pregnant again and really hope this is it for us. We want to take the baby home this time. Please say some extra prayers for us if you have them.

What´s next you ask? Well, here is my plan for this pregnancy. I just called and made an appointment for 7:30AM (could it be ANY earlier?) Monday morning with an ENGLISH speaking doctor (score!) to do some bloodwork to confirm it. I am choosing not to do a second or third round of bloodwork to see if my numbers are doubling. Just not gonna do it. I am going for the naive, first-time pregnant approach. Let the dr. tell you you´re knocked up, ask your questions, take a little advice, and then I want to schedule a semi-early ultrasound around 8 weeks and find out then. All the numbers and early ultrasounds and stress really don´t make a difference in the end. What will be will be. I just really hope I have a strong healthy baby with a beating heart. I want to go to sleep and wake up in 20 weeks and find out I am having a boy, that sounds perfect!

So, for now, I just pray and wait. And repeat these to myself daily:

-Today I am pregnant and I love my baby.
-I am pregnant until someone tells me otherwise
-My past does not dictate my future. A previous m/c does not mean I will have another m/c.
-Just because something sad is happening to a friend, does not mean it will happen to you. We all know m/c and complications are not contagious!
-Hope does not make bad things happen. You cannot ‘jinx’ your pregnancy by creating a ticker coutndown, getting excited, or telling someone. Live in the positive!
-There is nothing I can do to prevent a m/c from happening. Worrying myself sick doesn't prevent a m/c. And if (God forbid) it were to happen again, I know I will survive.

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It´s Monday. I can´t even think of a title. Just wanted to say that now my lovely husband is playing his part in Trying To Conceive - that boy started taking a multi-vitamin : ) I know that´s not really a big deal, but it feels good to know he cares enough to take it. I love him! I also am really amazed at his optimisim and confidence. Yesterday we were taking our normal Sunday drive and talking about the future and our babies and how exciting it will be to be pregnant again. I mentioned how I was going to be so scared and worried about losing the baby the whole time again and he says, in the sweetest most sincere tone of voice, ¨oh my gosh Katie why are you even thinking like that? That it´s going to happen again.¨ It hurt my heart. He really really does not think I will have another mc. I sure hope he is right. I also have done some talking with myself and think I have finally convinced myself that I will not do early bloodwork, progesterone supplements (well, maybe these) and early ultrasounds this time around. When it comes down to it, it will either be a good pregnancy or a bad one. The past has proven that no matter what I do early on, it´s either viable or not. So I am going to try to be as naive as all women are the first time they get knocked up and call the doctor when I get a postive test, go in around 8 or 9 weeks and find out then. What I do with myself in those 4 weeks in between, only God knows. Hope he has a plan to keep me distracted. Maybe I will bust out the sewing machine again!
The plan for this month is lots more sex. I am going to shoot for every other day. Maybe more if I am feeling up to it. I have already started the green tea til O time. And I have tried to figure out how to say pomegranate in Spanish. I need some damn pom juice! Jugo de.... granada?? I think that might be right. I did see some healthy natural juice crap over in a corner of a new supermarket the other day... it looked like the Odwalla stuff, just not Odwalla. Might pick up some tussin too.

Oh look, it´s almost 7:00!

Game Over

So I had been feeling really hopeful the other day. Like really hopeful. When I finally bought the folic acid I was like ¨wow, there is a chance I might actually have a baby in my belly¨ and I got excited. Well this morning the curiousity was KILLING me.... I even bought a bib has a monkey on it and says ¨Troublemaker¨ to give to Franco when I get a positive pee stick... I broke down and took a test this morning as soon as I got home from the store. Clearly, it was negative : ( My body told me thanks for playing, better luck next time.

Then, I kid you not, two and a half minutes later I get kind of crampy and feel the urge to go to the bathroom. Sure enough, Aunt Flow decided to come to visit SIX DAYS EARLY! wtf. My body told me thanks for playing, better luck next time... m

AND my cycles have always been normal, unless I screwed up my birth control on occasion, which I have been on for years. Now, I am thinking I get the pleasure of dealing with screwy cycles since the pills are out of the question.

Lovely.

cycle # 1 = FAIL.

But in better news, I finally found some Ovulation Predictor pee sticks too! Guess I am gonna go back to the store and buy them.

Note to self: start peeing on them Cycle Day 10 at 2pm - repeat until I get a ¨surge.¨ Figure out what surge is.

Update

Wow, it´s been a while. Guess you can tell I have been trying to distract myself this 2 week wait. Longest.few.days.ever. My little ticker countdown thing I have on the bump says to test in 3 days (the 23rd) - when I set it up I did it based off of a 28 day cycle, probably shoulda been 30. I am trying to hold out until the 27th, that´s when AuntFlow usually shows up at the front door. We will see. Franco is really excited and even just texted me to ask when I am going to test. Symptoms? Sore boobs, a little tired, nothing to obvious yet. We shall see...

God, if you are listening, please let this be it. You know how horrible my patience is.

Tuesssssday afternooooon

Ooooh oooooh this my shit. Green tea is my new bff. For a while anywho.

Do you know how bad I want to start peeing on OPKs? I seriously think I might go on a mission tonight. There are how many farmacias in this town? Chingos! Surely one will have them. I checked Wal Mart and another super store - no luck yet!

I am so glad I have not reached the point where the only reason/motivation to have sex is a baby yet. It makes me feel really sorry for those girls on the Bump board when I read those posts. I still enjoy sex with my man! Although I will confess, this will be in the back of my mind during tonights lovemakin session



Wondering who I can pursuade to buy me this.... I would die.

Sunday Funday

For as long as I can remember, we have had our Sunday morning sex session. And the one Sunday we didn´t, last Sunday, turned out to be one of the worst days in history. We both mentioned to each other that we thought this had something to do with it.

Yesterday, we did it in the ocean. Gotta switch it up, ya know?

...8 days til O.

ps - Sex in the ocean is WAY better than sex on the beach. You don´t get sand all up in your crevices.