We finally made it!!

Welcome to our world beautiful baby boy!. Born 11 April 2017 at 11.53am, weighing 2.96kg.

He’s is so, so adorable and mum and dad are smitten💕

It’s been a rough start for our wee man, where again my body struggled with a complicated birth and breastfeeding issues.. more to follow when I get some time between feeds and naps!!!

Blame it on the pregnancy!

Today, we are 28 weeks pregnant and begin third trimester🤗.  I can’t believe how quick the weeks are going by. 

I feel like my belly has had a massive growth spurt in the last week and am surprised by how much it’s protruding and somewhat daunted by how much bigger it’s going to get. 

During the week I had the privilege of seeing baby in 3D.  It was so amazing to see those gorgeous wee lips and button nose. Baby was also showing off its yoga skills and had a foot in front of its face thru out the scan- so adorable.

Pregnancy is such a weird and wonderful thing! And there have definitely been some weird stuff going on with this body of mine.  Some of these symptoms include;

  • Extremely gassy, yep I fart all the time and barely have much control over it.  I’m so going to get caught out soon.
  • Heartburn, this isn’t fun and usually comes on at bedtime in which I have to prop myself up and hope things will settle. 
  • Constipation, bless the consumption of kiwifruit and prunes to help me out here. 
  • A few erratic mood swings. Sorry hubby! Last weekend I had a meltdown because he bought the wrong type of potatoes from the supermarket!😳
  • Insomnia, I’ve had this since first trimester.  Maybe it’s preparing me for those sleepless nights when baby arrives.
  • Other symptoms have been the usual tiredness, frequent bathroom visits, dry eyes, back pain, cramp, forgetfulness and the list goes on.  

But it’s still the most incredible and amazing experience.  To think  you are nurturing a little minion in there. The most wonderful part is feeling baby kick, it’s the weirdest feeling and you never quite know when that big jolt in the tummy’s going to be.  Sometimes I just lie down, lift my top up and watch with amazement. 

So 12 weeks to go, all going well.  We can’t wait to meet our precious wee sweet pea.

A third the way there

Hoorah, we’ve made it to the second trimester! In fact we will be 16 weeks on Sunday. I’ve still been very discreet about announcing our pregnancy and only close friends and family know. After keeping it a secret for so long it’s kind of difficult to find the words to announce our pregnancy.  I’m sure it’ll be obvious soon and I can give a reason for my increasing waist line. At the moment I’m not sure I look pregnant, more like I’ve spent too much time at the buffet all you can eat. My boobs have also got bigger and for the first time in my life I’m a double d! If only they weren’t so friggin tender to touch. I think my nipples are trying to catch up and they’re really starting to look like mama boobs. All very fascinating.

Last weekend I put on a stretchy black dress that hugged my figure and it really showed off my small bump. I showed my husband, he got such a surprise that he welled up a bit, which was really sweet. It’s so wonderful to see him so excited about this pregnancy. When we were struggling to conceive he would often say that he would still be happy if it was just the two of us but now that I am pregnant it really does show how much he wants this. He’s been so invested in this pregnancy and wants to take weekly photos of my bump and attend all the necessary  appointments. He’s one helluva happy man. 

Overall things have been going really well. I seemed to have dodged the morning sickness bullet- thank goodness! I really don’t know how one could cope with that. I’ve just been feeling extreme tiredness and need to retire to bed by 830pm most nights. My husband has been an amazing support and helping out with chores and cooking as much as he can. I’m probably milking that for all it’s worth and often give the excuse that I’m far too tired to wash up.

For the first time ever during this 5.5 year ttc, things are going to plan and all my pre natal tests are coming back perfectly normal. Yahoo for finally being normal. Long may it last.

My infertility blog

The paranoia with this preganacy still hangs over us and probably always will. We had our first consultation with a midwife two weeks ago, like a real pregnant person!. Thankfully she was lovely and not crazy like I had perceived in my head. Her waiting room was shared with a paediatric clinic so was full of breastfeeding mums and newborns. A situation I would normally run a mile from and still found quite overwhelming.  By the time I met the midwife the emotions had bubbled to the surface and I had a bit of a bub shortly after entering her office.  I think she felt really sorry for us and offered us an extra 10 week ‘reassurance’ ultrasound scan. Thank you midwife!

So today we had our 10 week 3 day scan, which I actually really needed for my mental health.  Yesterday I started getting some light spotting and I’ve recently read some extremely heartbreaking blog posts in which the baby had stopped developing after the 7 week heartbeat scan, so my anxiety levels had returned to sky high. As soon as I saw our little bean wiggling around I burst into tears.  It was amazing to see how much it has grown in two weeks, it’s even sprouted legs and arms and was waving them around. How amazing is that!  

We’ve started to tell some immediate family, close friends and a few work colleagues. It’s been wonderful to finally be able to share the happy news. There’s been plenty of emotional hugs and everyone is so overjoyed for us.   It’s been quite humbling to see how many people are so behind this with us.

It’s crazy to think I started this blog one year ago when I was at a complete loss with things. We’d just found out our fourth IVF cycle (sixth transfer) hadn’t resulted in a pregnancy and our specialist advised us our best chance of a successful pregnancy was to use donor eggs. I was devastated and really didn’t know what to do. I started blogging as a way to document our journey and although I’m not much of a writer  I found it surprisingly therapeutic punching out all my feelings onto the keyboard. This blog has been a big part of helping me move forward. I’ve enjoyed connecting with other wonderful ladies who know first hand the struggles and pain of infertility. They’ve cheered me on and I’ve felt their own devastating lows and whoop whooping highs as some have got their much deserved pregnancy.  Some have even felt like ‘real’ friends even though I don’t know their names or where they live.  

I’ve followed some excellent blogs that have really helped me navigate the path of using donated eggs. If you are considering using donated eggs I totally recommend checking out babyscienceproject and frakenbabyblog. I also thoroughly recommend the book ‘Two Eggs, Two Kids’ by Alicia Young, a fascinating insight of  an amazing lady who has donated her eggs to two friends, resulting in quite different scenarios.  

It’s strange but even though we are pregnant I still feel out of my comfort zone joining the maternity club. I still want to cheer and encourage my infertile bloggers but I also feel slightly hypocritical being pregnant.  I’m hoping this pregnancy is going to be very ‘normal’ and uneventful and I therefore won’t have much to write about over the next 6.5 months. I kind of feel this blog has served it’s purpose, as it was created as an infertility blog and although I am still infertile we are pregnant.  Infertility will always be with us, once we have a child we will have to give age appropriate explanations on how mummy had crappy eggs and had to have a friend help her get pregnant. 

I’ll still do the odd update and periodically check in on you lovely ladies.  I sincerely wish you all the very best in your pursuits to motherhood. I hope this blog gives some of you a little encouragement and hope. But most of all I thank you for stopping by and reading this blog, for reaching out and saying a few encouraging words when I needed it most xox

Persistence pays off

After five and a half years of trying for a baby, 4 and half years under a fertility specialist, 6 metformin cycles, 9 clomiphene cycles, 8 IVF transfers, 2 miscarriages, accupuncture, herbal medicine, endometrial scratches, hsg, hysteroscope, melatonin, aspirin, donated eggs, $70 000, hundreds of blood tests, buckets of tears, moments of depression and despair, it gives me great pleasure to be able to finally say we saw and heard our little baby’s heart beating at today’s scan! Words can’t begin to explain the absolute joy we are feeling right now.  I think both my husband and I are still in shock as we are finally allowing ourselves to get excited about something we were wondering would ever happen to us. 

This morning I was worried some of my pregnancy symptoms weren’t as strong i.e. boobs not as sore and tummy not as bloated. Mentally I was trying to prepare myself for both outcomes. I knew my husband was nervous too, although he did get some comfort in discovering I had demolished half a packet of crisps last night, something I wouldn’t normally do😊.  After a quick chat with the specialist about how we’ve been feeling I prepared myself for the scan. For a brief moment I thought there was no heartbeat but thankfully the specialist said it all looks good before repositioning and showing us what we’ve been waiting for, a tiny flicker of a heart beating.  I’m not sure if my heart racing was making baby’s heart beat faster but it was there, strong and fast and baby measuring perfectly at 7 weeks and 4 days. My husband teared up a little which I never see, so was such a special moment for us. 

After four and a half years with the clinic it’s hard to believe we no longer need to count and plan day one cycles. I’m feeling a little sad to be discharged from the care of our specialist. He’s been an absolute Saint to us during treatment and I know he’s really gone out of his way to guide us through some pretty challenging times.  He has some antenatal classes at the hospital on Fridays which he’s invited me to, so hopefully I’ll catch up with him there. 

It’s also been wonderful to finally be able to tell some family and a few close friends. We told my brother in the weekend while he was visiting from Australia, he asked if it was a natural conception which made me laugh as it’s probably one of the most unnatural conceptions!.  

So I’m off to dig up all those pregnancy books I’ve had hidden for the last few years and I don’t think I’m too far away from investing in some pregnancy jeans. It’s been one hell of a ride to get here but right now we couldn’t be happier. What doesn’t break us, only makes us stronger! We are so ready to embrace this next chapter in our lives.

No news is good news

I think I’m still pregnant! Sometimes I feel very pregnant and other times I wonder if everything is still ok down there.

My belly gets very bloated and at times I feel I already look four months pregnant but am only 7 weeks!. I’ve been feeling pretty tired but I think that’s more to do with having a lousy cold that I can’t shake off. My boobs are definitely tender or that maybe from constantly poking them to check they are still tender😳. I did at one stage have terrible gas that had me rudely belching followed by awful heart burn.  I’m also slightly constipated but that’s probably from all the projesterone I’m having to insert every 8 hours, slowing down my digestion.

We are still super paranoid about losing our precious one, as it’s about at this stage we’ve previously had things go terribly wrong for us- twice!.  I’m constantly inspecting my underwear for any suspicious discharge and the pessaries are playing havoc with my mental state, as of course they eventually  dribble out giving the sensation of an oncoming flow. 

We have an ultrasound scan booked for next Thursday and aren’t allowing ourselves to get excited until we see proof of a healthy heartbeat. I’m desperately counting down the days and hoping like crazy. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for us🙏

Panic stations

The last 30 hours I’ve been in a zombie, confused, crazily anxious state.

It all started early on Sunday morning when I visited the bathroom. As I was peeing I noticed the edge of my undies had blood on them.  I remembered during the night I had visited the bathroom and in the darkness had thrown out my panty liner, which I’ve been using to stop the pessaries making a mess of my underwear. I hastily scrumaged threw the rubbish to inspect my discarded panty liner. I unravelled the toilet paper it was wrapped in and discovered it was soiled with blood WTF, cue panic!!! I wiped and inspected.. more blood! Nooooo, this can not be happening. I returned to the bedroom to tell my husband of my frightening discovery. I quickly called the clinic and tried my best to leave a calm message. In the meantime I was obsessively inspecting toilet paper after every bathroom use. I even disassembled the panty liner to try and work out how much blood there was and if it was fresh red blood. Sorry TMI, but I was literally going crazy.

Finally the clinic called back two hours later (thanks clinic) and as I choked back the tears I explained the bleeding situation, how much, what colour etc. I was told to take it easy and have a blood test Monday morning. Agh, that’s a whole 24 hours of going insane. What the hell is going on?. I basically read every forum on the internet regarding ‘bleeding at 5 weeks pregnant’ and was still none the wiser. Every subsequent bathroom visit revealed a brown, icky discharge.  I felt such a fool for believing that we might just get there. I spent most of the day on the couch staring into space in a semi depressive state. The fear of losing our precious wee gift was unthinkable.  As the day went on the bleeding didn’t get heavier and remained brown. According to Dr Google red blood equals danger. I went to bed after an extremely emotionally, exhausting day feeling like we were back to our original odds of 50/50. 

The following morning when I visited the bathroom I prayed that I’ld have a clean panty liner. On inspection it was and the bleeding had subsided. I decided to call in sick for work, in case we had to deal with the devastating news of a impending miscarriage. I did the blood test and anxiously waited, waited and waited.  I’d worked out this theory from past experience that the clinic call all the positives around midday and then at about 2pm they phone all the losers with the negative results. By 2.30pm I still hadn’t heard, and was turning into an anxious, crazy irrational loony. Finally at 2.45pm the phone rang and the nurse read the hcg level.. Very slowly… 3…9…8, heart sinks 398 means miscarriage ….1 3981!!!!! I burst into tears and explained to the nurse how I was convinced I was having a miscarriage and the late phone call theory, which by the way is incorrect. Faaaarrrrkkkk talk about stressful!! The fear of losing our precious wee baby was so incredibly scary. 

Anyway all is swell and my uterus isn’t a monster. This body of mine sure is a mystery though. I don’t need another blood test done until next Tues.  Apparently bleeding is common and not necsassarily anything to worry about. I’m so ecstatic we’re still in the game.  I feel like I need a strong gin after all that, maybe a hot lemon and ginger will suffice.

Still pregnant!

We had our second beta blood test today and I’m very pleased to say everything is right where it should be with a good rise in hcg levels- phew!!

On Monday I asked my wonderful, amazing, egg donor friend if she was able to meet for lunch.  She knew we were expecting the pregnancy result soon but didn’t know exact details. I wanted to surprise her with the good news so didn’t give anything away in the corresponding text messages. 

We met at a cafe and shortly after meeting up I handed her my phone and said “read this”, it was my blog post ‘could this be?‘.  I intently watched her read it and when she finished reading it she looked up with tears in her eyes and I told her I’ve had the results, its been confirmed- “I’m pregnant!”She screamed, we cried and had the biggest emotional hug.  It was such a magical moment that I’ll treasure forever.  Saying the two words ‘I’m pregnant’ are up there with saying ‘I do’ on your wedding day. I was so thrilled to be able to tell her that it had worked. 

Then what do you know, the no noncence specialist who did her retrieval came into the cafe.  Thankfully I don’t think he saw us but when I told her who he was we both were in fits of laughter, as she had no recollection of what he looked like.  I’m sure the cafe staff were wondering what on earth we were on- if only they knew😉

It’s crazy but I actually feel pregnant even though it’s apparently the size of a sesame seed.  I’ve been having some weird tummy cramps and my belly feels extremely bloated.  Last night I got up from the couch too quickly and I blacked out for a split second.  Hopefully these are all good signs.  Still super paranoid about losing it. We have another blood test in a weeks time… so hopefully those numbers keep on rising!

WE’RE PREGNANT!

Whoop, whoop! I’m super-duper excited to finally say we are pregnant!👏   Beta blood test came back at 162 which is apparently in the 70th perecentile, so got to be happy with that.

It’s a great start but by no means are we out of the woods yet. Infertility has robbed us of that over the moon happy feeling, as everything is approached cautiously optimistic.  When I told my husband the blood test result, he casually said ‘I’m not going to get excited yet’. I was kind of hoping for a bit more than that!.  I know I personally won’t even begin to relax until we’ve seen a strong heartbeat on the 8 week ultrasound scan.  A milestone we haven’t graduated past.  We’ve been there twice before full of excitement, when our dreams have been crushed and given the devastating news that we were having a miscarriage. 

Apparently the risk of miscarriage is anywhere between 10-20% but given we have used donor eggs I can say I’m seven years younger and 30 years of age where the risk is lower. If we are fortunate enough to see a heartbeat on the 8 week scan our risk of miscarriage goes down to 5%. We were given a 40% chance this cycle would work and now we have a less than 20% chance it won’t, so already our odds of success have doubled. Definitely one of the biggest hurdles.  Each little hurdle is like a mile stone and once we get over one we anticipate the next.  

I’m not sure if I’m imagining things but I feel pregnant, my tummy is more bloated and I’ve been peeing A LOT. I’m embracing all these little signs.  It’s strange but I had previously been nervous about using donor eggs but now that I’m pregnant I couldn’t care less.  All I care about, is that we are pregnant!😀

Could this be?…

Yesterday I caved and purchased a home pregnancy test from the supermarket.  I wasn’t going to do it but the suspense was too over powering.  I had cooked a special dinner for my husband and I thought it would be really awesome if I was able to ‘surprise’ him with some hopefully good news.

I’d purchased the cheapest hpt and had to thread a little floatation tube thru the test strip so it could float in the pottle of pee. It’s weird peeing into a pottle thinking the whole direction of our lives depends on this result. Time seemed to slow down as I impatiently waited for the ‘dadah’ moment.  Nothing appeared… I waited a little longer and still only one distinct line.  Strangely I didn’t breakdown and cry, I just thought ‘f***, what the flippin heck are we going to do now!’.  I left the test strip on the bench as I pondered life and returned back to it about 10 minutes later.  

Blow me down but if I squinted really hard and turned the test strip to the light this extremely faint second line had appeared.  I couldn’t stop over analysing it.  I’d put it down and would then get up to take another look.  What does this mean? Is it too faint to be of relevance?, is it a chemical pregnancy? or am I pregnant?. At 9 days post 5 day transfer if one is pregnant shouldn’t the line be darker? I had done the test during the middle of the day when my wee was more diluted so maybe this was why it was so faint?

 I returned to the supermarket to purchase another hpt so I could test the following morning when hopefully my pee content is a bit more concentrated with any lingering pregnancy hormone.  Unfortunately I was spotted at the supermarket by some students from work so I couldn’t bring myself to purchase it.

I was starting to wish I hadn’t done this to myself as I really was none the wiser, just a hell of a lot more confused and anxious.  My husband came home from work and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.  I wanted to be able to positively, ecstatically announce ‘I’m pregnant’ not ‘ err I might be but don’t really know’.  I wanted him to still feel blissfully hopeful, like I had previously been feeling.

Unfortunately my over active brain woke me at 4am and I couldn’t get back to sleep thinking the worst.  I didn’t want to go to work feeling grumpy and questioning if this attempt had failed again.  I blurted out to my husband that I’d been naughty and tested early.  He just lay there in silence for a very long time. I felt sad for him… for us.  The thing is after 8 failed transfers (seven with my own eggs and one donor egg cycle) and nothing in the freezer we really don’t have much to fall back on.  What more can we do?.

Anyhow I begged him to go back to the supermarket with strict instructions to buy the most expensive hpt in the shop.  The wonderful man that he is, he walked back to the supermarket in the hail and sub Antarctic winds (as if he wasn’t being punished enough) while I anxiously waited and desperately held off peeing.

This morning I did my second hpt.  Once again nothing appeared and after approx 3 minutes this happened..

  

 There is no denying there is definitely a second line!  Could this mean I might just possibly be P R E G N A N T!👋👋👋. I still can’t believe it but I am feeling more hopeful.  Hold on tight peeps for the next post when I get my official blood test result tomorrow.  Please, please let this be🙏