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Tales From My Uterus

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All entries (except the first and last) texted from my phone to my email while lying on the couch moaning and generally acting like a typhoid victim. Please excuse the whining.

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April

5 Weeks

I am with child! I told Austin by drawing it in chalk on the patio. Had nervous diarrhea all day waiting for him to come home, pacing the house like a lunatic, cursing the clock.

I have no symptoms and do not feel pregnant at all. Is this real life? Is this what some pregnant people feel like all the time?

I suppose I feel a bit emotional. Whenever I think about the baby, I feel homesick for Waylon. Is this normal? Instead of worrying about labor, I’m worrying about holding two babies at once. Everyone says you love the second baby just as much, but I don’t see how that is possible.

I push it from my mind.

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6 Weeks

 Threw up at the grocery store.

7 Weeks

So far today I’ve choked down a piece of bread and one skittle. Mostly I lie on the couch and moan. Waylon comforts me by blowing his recorder and demanding eggs.  Yesterday I made a batch of tuna noodle salad. Took a bite and threw the rest away.

I am a giant saltine.

8 Weeks

Nothing and no one appeals to me. Even my kind husband who empties my barfy trashcan is taxing. I look at him as I would a wild mongoose–with affection, but with no real desire to touch it or pick up its socks.

This morning I googled can I die from morning sickness?

No.

All day long I battle dark thoughts such as wishing McDonald’s delivered and wondering if frozen pizza at 9am will give me diabetes. Ate a lunchable for breakfast like it’s 1999. I hope my baby doesn’t come out singing the lyrics to Fresh Prince Of Bel Air and asking for a Furby.

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 May

9 Weeks

This pregnancy is so different from the last one. I am so incredibly sick. Instead of waves of nausea, it’s a constant and unrelenting sea sickness. I throw up daily and battle constant tension headaches. There’s no pause for normalcy, no break in the day for energy or appetite or pleasantries. There is no pregnancy glow.

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All the food in my house appears to be covered in a fine layer of mold. Austin says it’s not true, but I think he may be trying to ruin my life. 

Luckily I’m pregnant with four other good friends, all due at the same time, which is convenient for commiserating and exchanging helpful tips.

Today I sent an email to one that simply said: baked potatoes.

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Waylon’s Home Remedy For Morning Sickness In 10 Steps

1) Sit on pregnant stomach.

2) Blow recorder.

3) Count “semen, eight, nine, ten!” and jump off pregnant stomach onto floor. Repeat 10x.

4) Apply stickers to all family members and household items.

5) Demand eggs.

6) Ignore retching due to eggs.

7) Demand raisins.

8) Throw raisins behind the couch.

9) Remove diaper.

10) Poop on rug.

Repeat.

10 Weeks

I am alive. I made it. I can sit up for more than 15 minutes at a time. I can face the cheese drawer and tolerate the smell of cooked broccoli.

The nausea is still here but comes in waves. It is all very manageable which has inspired me to sometimes put on pants.

Cheers.

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Pregnancy sickness is no joke, but I’d like to take a moment here for thankfulness and a quick prayer for my fellow womenfolk in waiting. I stand with you in your journey to motherhood. You are warriors, every single one. May your mama hearts be filled with peace through this difficult and painful process.

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When Your Eggs Finally Cooperate.

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When Your Eggs Won’t Drop And It Gets Weird

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There are a lot of unspoken rules in blogging. Like don’t share about money or don’t talk about politics or my own personal mantra: never, ever talk about your mother-in-law. There are just some things you simply don’t talk about, either by choice or because of some nagging feeling in the back of your brain that maybe talking about bum ovaries isn’t something you’re supposed to do.

A few Octobers ago, my friend Katie talked about her struggles with infertility. Her advice to other women struggling: Don’t keep it a secret. Share and be cared for. Let your truth out so that others can share their own truths. Don’t. Be. Afraid.

Here’s my story.

A few years ago on a snowy winter day, a young doctor with kind eyes told me that my chances of conceiving a child naturally were slim to none. Exact words: less than a 1% chance. He also confirmed what I already knew: my ovaries were broken. More specifically, they were polycystic, forming cysts instead of releasing eggs. If you paid attention in health class, you’ll see the problem. If there’s no egg–there’s no chance of an embryo.

It was sad.

Over a year later, I peed on a stick in my work bathroom and almost passed out. You can read more about that in Surprise! There’s An Alien In My Uterus. It was pretty exciting, especially after years of being poked and scraped, trying to understand and fix my bum ovaries. I didn’t cry, but I did laugh. I laughed because even when I was 14 years old and my body wasn’t working the same way my friends’ bodies were working, I said: I will have a baby someday, darn it. Don’t try to stop me.

My story is not unique. In fact, it’s not even all that bad. I know women who have waited for years. Some for decades. You want to talk to real fertility warriors? They are out there. Quietly struggling, quietly stowing away money for IVF treatments and adoption, quietly waiting to be mothers.

We were lucky, dare I say blessed, to have Waylon. He is here! He is healthy! He says full sentences like “Mama Poopy Butts!” Hallelujah! The pregnancy seemed to fix my periods, too. If you are a man and reading this blog (hello!), you may want to skip over this part because apparently menses make you nauseous. Whatever. After Waylon was born, my period came back with some regularity. It was weird and I hoped it meant getting pregnant again someday wouldn’t be impossible.

So far, no luck. It hasn’t been long since I’ve had baby fever, but it’s been long enough that I’m already stomping around and letting out heavy sighs every time I have a negative pregnancy test. Full disclosure, we haven’t been using any birth control since Waylon was a few months old. I didn’t want to be pregnant then, but I know my body well enough to know it doesn’t just make babies.

This month we are on our second round of Clomid, a drug that stimulates ovulation and gives you night sweats. Awesome! It also makes me incredibly crampy, bloated, and irritable. Austin has been patient, but there’s a limit. A few weeks ago he made a joke about the house being messy and I just about burnt the house down. My advice to anyone shacking up with a Clomid user: check yourself before you wreck yourself.

If this round doesn’t work, they’ll double my dosage and then likely move onto shots. We haven’t talked about how much further we’ll go beyond drugs. Austin has always wanted to adopt, and I feel similarly, but that’s not in the cards right now financially. Clomid costs less than 20 bucks for 5 pills, a steal compared to a few years ago when it was over 200.

I’m taking it day by day. At this point I’m not obsessively worried. Waylon isn’t even two and I’m not even thirty. We’ve got time. The point is that when you’re trying and it isn’t working, what do you do? Why is it so weird to talk about? Who came up with this rule that reproduction is a big secret until you’re 12 weeks pregnant? I don’t get it. I don’t care if you know I’m taking Clomid and having scheduled sex (boring!). In fact, I prefer it. I prefer you knowing that’s why I’m randomly sweating bullets in the middle of our lunch date. Nope, not going through menopause, just pumping my body full of hormones, thanks! Excuse me while I remove my shirt.

Austin and I always wanted to have our babies close together; churn out a whole batch of kids and raise them up in a little wolf pack. My prayer is that my bum ovaries don’t put a damper on that dream. My other prayer is that I stop googling “secondary infertility” and “ectopic pregnancy.”  (Seriously, Google is the worst).

Cheers to baby making.

Cheers to sharing.

Cheers for the ability to say, “My ovaries are malfunctioning and now I can’t button my pants.”

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When Your Best Friend Has A Baby {Guest Post}

When Carrie told me she was pregnant, I cried. I waited until I was alone but then I cried quiet tears over how her life would change, how beautiful her belly would be, and how her heart would break when she finally held her baby. It’s a funny thing when someone you love so dearly experiences something great. You want to keep some distance, let them have a raw experience, and yet here I am texting her every other minute about her cervix and PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MUCUS PLUG.

I’m invested.

I asked Carrie to do a guest post here today not only because she’s so great, but because when I was pregnant with Waylon, I devoured anything on pregnancy from real people. I wanted real life, real experiences, real talk. In the age of photo blogs and fluffy pregnancy books–it can be hard to find.

13 questions, 13 answers. And yes, you’re reading it right. Austin knows the sex of the baby but no one else does, including me. That guy knows how to bob for apples.

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1) Give us your stats, even though I already know because I ask you about your womb every day. You know, like how far along you are and when you’re due.
I’m many weeks along. Due the 14th of December. I’m sure baby will make me wait an extra 9 months or something though.

2) Do you know the sex of the baby? Oh wait, you don’t. But Austin does and he’s being a pain in the arse about it.
We are choosing to be surprised with this one. We love surprises. Don’t know if we’ll do it for every baby, but we wanted to start off with a bang. What I didn’t realize was how annoying everyone else would be about it.

To appease the masses and give them a chance to find out, we had a big Lumber Jack battle where the winner got to find out the sex but must keep it a secret from us and everyone until baby is born. This idea probably was inspired by our current obsession with reading the Game of Thrones series – we wanted a tourney prize that would evoke good competition. There were three games: hatchet throwing, apple bobbing, and pumpkin carving. I think the appropriate person won. As we get closer and closer to the date I’m so happy that we don’t know – it’s like this extra layer of excitement (and impatience).

3) What questions do you have about the rest of pregnancy? Maybe someone out there can answer.
What are some good things to do in labor, especially early on? I’d of course love to stay home as long as possible. I was reading some funny things to do, but hey, why not? So far on my list is to sew some things, watch a movie or two, walk around with our dog at the dog park, eat popsicles, sit in the bath tub. Am I dreaming too much? Why were people recommending these things? I think I will need distractions. Probably the reality will be that it’s 2am and I’m trying to time contractions and figure out if this is the real deal or not. I better just read Game of Thrones and sit in the tub and frantically do all the things I should have done weeks ago to prep for baby.

4) What about birth? Does it gross you out? Excited? Scared?
Of course I’m scared. And excited. Overall though I’m just not really thinking about it. I’ve been going through this book of ‘mindful birthing’ and trying different meditations to deal with pain, so I’m sort of looking forward to putting them to the test, and then realizing they probably don’t work at all:) I’d rather not poop on anyone in the process or rip all the way to my rectum and need 100 staples or drop the baby the first time I hold it. I hope I can just be calm and cuddly as soon as baby is handed to me. I can’t wait to see my husband’s face – I hope I remember to pay a little attention to that.

Journal excerpt 11/27/12- What a strange place to be, this season of transition. Waiting for this baby that will explode our hearts with love and fear and joy. And the physical pain that is to come to get baby out! Like you know any day now someone is going to rip off your leg very slowly but in its place you will grow the best leg ever. Except this is way better, way more of a miracle. A whole new person. Oh my glorious God. Help us.

5) What are you looking forward to? Do you have a mental picture of something that you’re impatient for?
I mean, I want to know if it’s a girl or boy and what baby looks like. I can’t wait to name baby and have everyone respond a little awkwardly when we tell them the name. We didn’t pick names like Jane or Toby. Who knows though really. Maybe we will change our minds when we see baby, maybe she will look like a Jane Ashley and we’ll shock the pants off of our friends.

6) What surprised you about pregnancy?
Physically I’ve dealt with a lot of extra phlegm (sorry, but I wish someone would have told me). I’m constantly coughing it up in the morning which in turn makes me throw up sometimes. I also had a gall bladder attack when I was 8 months which was so very terrible – I didn’t know a lot of preggos deal with that. Besides that I have felt pretty good. I also thought I would blow up to be 400 lbs and have 10 chins and wouldn’t even want to look at myself in the mirror. I’m surprised that I actually feel good and find the whole process a thing of beauty and miracles instead of feeling insecure and grossed out with myself. It is a bit daunting how everyone stares at your belly and you just never know what complete strangers will say to you. A fast food worker once leaned through the drive thru window and swore she saw the baby move.

7) How’s Baby Daddy handling things?
I know its super sappy and the kind of facebook status that makes me gag but when I think about Jake being a father I want to cry. He will be the best. He’s handling it all very well and every now and then we just sit in awe at what is about to happen in our lives. We laugh at how ridiculous it is that we will take a baby home and have to take care of it but we’re also really excited to have this little creature to raise up to be a quirky King family member.

8) Any weird reactions to your pregnancy news? I remember feeling let down when a few friends seemed almost disappointed I was expecting.
Most everyone was shocked and happy. We weren’t actively ‘trying’ to have a baby and often talked about waiting a couple more years so we took a few people by total surprise, which of course was fun.

9) You are due around Christmas. Sorry, that’s not really a question.
My birthday is Christmas Eve and all my siblings were born in December. This poor kid is joining the big December party. Hopefully they can stay a week or so away from Christmas so friends can come to a party on their actual birthday. That’s something I could never really do. There is something very magical about December though and so I’m glad they will associate twinkling lights, and starry nights and warm fuzzy family times and candlelight services with their birth. On my birthday, after Christmas Eve service and friends playing ‘now you have it now you don’t,’ I used to go sit by the tree in the dark and stare and pretend each light was a little angel and think about such great love. Then my mother always used to sing O Holy Night to me and play with my hair when I went to bed on Christmas Eve – such a special memory of being part of something bigger than myself. I hope this baby enjoys it too.

10) What’s your expectation for the first few months of newborn? I’m ready to bring over my sleeping bag.
I don’t know. Maybe it will be like college and I’ll just take random naps and be up most of the night. I’m expecting to be super emotional and cry at embarrassing times and feel totally insufficient at having to take care of a baby. I’m also expecting to fall so in love that it will hurt like hell and I won’t know how to handle it. I hope i can navigate the first month with grace and love, even if I’m unshowered and can’t open my heavy eyelids the whole way. I’m hoping I’ll be surrounded by lots of supportive people who will also walk with me in grace and love.

11) What is the most annoying thing so far about being a pre-parent? Is it the advice? The expectations? Vent.
I don’t have any major complaints. The one thing I can’t stand people saying is to ‘enjoy’ these last couple weeks/days of not having the baby. Excuse me, that would a lot easier if I wasn’t 9 months pregnant. It would be great if your last month you could somehow not be pregnant – like the baby goes to a womb center for a bit and then comes back when it’s ready. I could sleep so hard and have some merry drinks and be wild in bed and run around and do all the things I haven’t been able to do for almost a year. Instead its like I’m already a mother – it’s not just me I have to worry about. I mean, I have to be careful just trying to put on my socks. I think it’s great because it makes you anxious/ready to have baby, but it’s hard to enjoy being 9 months pregnant when you’re just waiting to see this new amazing thing staring up at you from your arms instead of from rolling around heavy in your gut and kicking your bladder.

12) Do you find yourself giving the stink eye to parenting styles?
I try to be as open as possible and know that I can say what I want now but who knows what will go out the window when I’m actually there. I think I lean towards the middle as of now. Co-sleeping at all and breastfeeding til their 2? Hard for me to swallow. Putting them on a rigid schedule the minute they are born – that sounds mean. I’m fully expecting to have baby in our room at first (just not in our bed) and I’m also expecting to start trying a schedule a few weeks in, but I also want to be flexible and natural and nurturing as this poor baby transitions into this hard, bright, cold world.

13) What should women know who have just found out they are pregnant?
That thing will grow and grow and amaze you and change you. You will not be the same in 9 months. Your social life will slowly start to change but you will also slowly be okay with that. It’s a good long transition into such an important work in your life. Write lots of it down. There are many things to be afraid of these days, especially while pregnant and you can have millions of internet answers about every little ache and pain. Don’t jump to the worst conclusion, just take it day by day and let people surround you with love and support. It’s okay to have people do things for you. Last week I slipped and fell on ice after proclaiming to my mother who wanted to walk me to my car that I would not slip. My brother had even offered to carry my box of Christmas cookies but I thought that was so unnecessary. Then I fell. Baby is fine but it taught me a lesson, let people help you. It’s okay. And one last thing, please don’t post a photo of your positive pee stick on facebook or post about every prenatal appointment or have a countdown til your due date. A little mystery and sacredness to this event is a wonderful thing and special to you. Also, you never know what will happen with your pregnancy, so no need for 500 semi friends to know every step. This whole thing is a miracle – dwell in it and love your baby from the start – it’s really all a very unbelievable thing and you get to be a part of it. I truly believe you are a mother already – sustaining this little soul and protecting it and hoping the best for it’s whole life. How very wonderful.

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PS: Here is Carrie and Jake singing a song for Baby Baer still in utero.

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Gender Reveal Parties: Yes or No?

I used to be annoyed at Pinterest for waiting until after I got married to surface. Sure I had a great wedding day and everything, but when I looked at all the creative ideas out there that I could have used on my “unique” day–I was a little jealous. Now I’m over it. Now I realize it probably would have made things much more complicated and not that much more unique since it is already all over the Internet anyway.

Gender reveal parties also waited to surface until it was too late. The first time I heard about the whole cutting-the-cake-and-seeing-what-color-icing’s-inside, I was 9 months pregnant and a bit of a sourpuss about missing out. Now I’m not so sure.

A few months ago during a weekend getaway with some women friends, gender reveal parties were brought up in conversation and, much to my surprise, met with some looks of disgust. One of my friends was particularly annoyed, noting that it was just another self-involved way to get gifts.

This article in The New Yorker tends to agree. The author notes, “These parties seem to marry the oversharing of Facebook and Instagram with the contrived ceremonies that modern people in search of meaning impose on normal life events: food journaling, birthday parties for grownups, workout diaries, birth-experience planning. {….} couples take a private moment made possible by science and oblige others to join in, with the result—as in so many invented rituals of our day—that the focus turns from where it ought to be (in this case, the baby) to the self.”

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I actually disagree with this glass-half-empty perspective. I love a reason to celebrate, a reason to dress up or eat a cupcake or enjoy time with family and friends. I love balloons and parties and surprises. I love to celebrate babies!
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It’s true that some of these Pink or Blue parties are a little over the top, but you don’t have to spend 2,000 dollars on catering and decorations. You don’t have to have a 200 person guest list or a live music mariachi band. You don’t have to do much of anything.
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This past weekend our friends Bethany and Jared had a gender reveal party consisting of a dozen sweaty friends cramped into their new apartment after helping them to move. They already knew the gender, but wanted to surprise us, and it was just about perfect. All morning we talked about the cupcakes, longed for the cupcakes, wanted to see the inside of these cupcakes! It was low key but special. A celebration, but without any sort of expensive invitations or obligation for gifts. I doubt she spent more than 5 dollars making these cupcakes. It was pure magic.

 

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What about you? Love the idea? Hate it? Have you been to a gender reveal party? Would you ever have one? Dish.

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