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Guest Post: What To Expect When Not Expecting

I am really excited to have one of my best friends as a guest contributor today. Katie is a incredible woman. She is smart, motivated, funny, and most of all–the kind of friend you can confess anything to. Which is why it broke my heart when after a year of trying, there was still no baby.

I asked her to answer a few questions today to talk about an issue that is often brushed under the rug. 7 million women struggle with infertility every year, and yet we don’t really talk about it. Partly because it’s awkward, but also because if you’re not one of those 7 million people–it’s hard to relate.

Here’s her story, maybe you have one too.

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1) When did you and Wendell realize there was a problem?
In general, most couples of our age and health should get pregnant within 6 months of trying.  It’s not really called “infertility” until after a year.  The 6 months in between there were hard because I was pretty sure something was wrong, but couldn’t really do anything about it since my doctor had told me to wait for a year.
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2) What was the first step?
I scheduled a consult with my obgyn after 11 months of trying. They did some simple testing on both of us and didn’t find anything significant. I had an HSG in which they also didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
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3) Where did you go from there?
To a wonderful specialist.  (Seriously, I loved everyone who worked in that office, I cried a little at my last appointment.)  She suspected Endometriosis.  She also looked at the same pictures the other doctors did from the HSG and thought she saw a Uterine Septum. She performed laparoscopic surgery during which she found and removed both of those things.   After that, I began taking Clomid and started IUI.  We did that for 3 cycles, then oral meds combined with injectibles and IUI for a few cycles.  We started to talk about IVF.  We scheduled an appointment for orientation to learn more about IVF and start the process.  A few weeks before this orientation, we did one last round of IUI, this time with straight injectibles.
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4) Were any of the procedures/treatments physically painful?
Nothing was too terrible.  I’ve heard of people having horrible experiences with the HSG as well as with the surgery I had.  Fortunately for me, neither of them were a big deal.  There were lots of little uncomfortable things…I had blood drawn every time I went to their office (several times each month).  I had internal ultrasounds almost every time.  I had the IUI once a month which feels a lot like a pap smear.  I gave myself lots of shots.
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5) What was your official diagnosis?
Endometriosis- they removed this in the surgery, but it will come back.  They also discovered a Uterine Septum which doesn’t have anything to do with infertility, but can cause miscarriage so we were thankful they found it and took care of it.  This is a once and done thing.
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6) What was the hardest part about the whole process?
It’s hard to pick one thing.  The whole process just really sucked.  It’s a constant cycle of being hopeful, waiting impatiently, being disappointed again, being a little less hopeful each time.  It was really hard to wait 2 weeks each month to take a test.  It was also really hard to know that most of the friends and family who were supporting us couldn’t fully understand what we were going through.  It was hard to feel like everyone was constantly feeling sorry for me.  It was hard to see pregnant women everywhere I went, it was especially hard to see pregnant teenagers at my school.
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7) Tell us about the day you found out you were pregnant.
Best. Birthday. Ever.  My period was due on a Tuesday.  I had jumped the gun again and took one of my early-detection pregnancy tests on Sunday.  It, as usual, was negative.  I went to my nephew’s 2nd birthday party that day and drank lots of wine as I watched all the cute little children run around.  Tuesday came and went with no period which was strange because I was so regular, but I didn’t think much of it because the negative test had me 100% convinced I was not pregnant.  On Thursday morning (my birthday and my last day of work before summer), I decided to take a test before work mainly to confirm that I was not pregnant so I could enjoy some drinks when I went out to celebrate that night.  I peed on the stick and watched the one line pop up, then set it down and jumped in the shower.  When I got out of the shower, I glanced at it and almost fell over when I saw 2 lines.  I studied it thoroughly and took another test to be sure.  I smiled and cried and got ready for work as fast as I could.
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I had bought 2 cute kids books about daddies that I was planning to give to my husband to tell him when I was pregnant.  I drove to meet him at work and awkwardly talked to his dad and his brother for a while until they finally left.  Then, with a proud grin, I presented him with the 2 cardboard sticks that I had peed on.  Seriously?  The books were so cute, why in the world did I feel the need to put the pregnancy tests in my pocket to show him?  Did I think I needed proof?  Anyway, we hugged and kissed and cried and then I left.  I called the doctor and then I called Kate.  I was giddy all day at work and all evening when I went out with girls from work, but I couldn’t tell anyone why.  It took a while for the whole thing to really feel real.
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8) What advice can you give those who are still struggling with infertility?
Don’t keep it a secret.  It still seems like something people just don’t talk about.  We only told a few people at first, but after a while told most of our family and friends what we were going through.  Their love, support, and prayers were what got us through it all.
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Also, if you go to a specialist, find one you love.  You may end up spending a lot of time there and dealing with good people will make everything a little easier.  We got lucky with our first doctor, but if you go to one you don’t like or have a bad experience, find a different doctor!  If you leave near Chalfont, PA, I’d be happy to recommend one.
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9) I know you endured a few painful remarks from people trying to help. What do you have to say to those who know someone struggling with infertility?
This sounds cliche, but it’s true: the best thing you can do is listen and let them know you care.  I was fortunate to avoid some of the terrible comments that I read about in books.  But even some well-meaning comments can be hurtful.  Lots of people told me “you’re still young, you have lots of time.”  I smiled and agreed.  I wanted to say:  I am thankful for the fact that I have many fertile years left, but that doesn’t change the fact that I want to be pregnant NOW.
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Some people tried to give helpful advice: eating a certain diet, reducing stress (impossible), standing on my head after sex, taking cough syrup (apparently it is not just for thinning the mucus in your head).  Again, this was all well-intentioned.  The problem was that I spent several months reading about fertility before we even started trying and I was already well-aware of most of the home-remedies.  This was hurtful to me at times because it implied that I hadn’t done my homework or that there was something I wasn’t doing right that was causing my infertility.  It would have been wonderful if Robotussin did the trick, but the reality is that there is something medically wrong with my reproductive system, which is why I was seeking the care of a specialist.
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That said, I was truly blessed by many friends and family who cared about us so much I could see them feeling our pain.  I got emails and texts and cards in the mail that just said “we’re still thinking about you and praying for you every day.”  What a gift!  I even got some wonderfully hilarious letters from a pregnant friend of mine who always included bits of encouragement for our reproductive organs (you guessed it–>the Motley-almost-mama).
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10) How is the pregnancy going? Any fears?
Pregnancy is great so far and has been relatively peaceful.  I have not worried nearly as much as I expected.  I won’t lie and say I haven’t complained about any symptoms, but having tried so hard and waited so long to finally be pregnant means worrying a lot less about things that don’t really matter.
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Katie is a behavior manager at an alternative school for junior high and high school students. Basically a school for kids who have been labeled “bad” and removed from public school for behavioral reasons. She is due in February.
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40 Weeks

40 weeks later and Baby Baer is finally due for arrival. Of course we all know that due dates don’t mean much, but like every other anxious pregnant woman–I have been waiting for this day for months now, fully expecting he would be born today or before. Yet despite being overly restless for him to arrive, I’m equally apprehensive about actually taking care of him. Birth is scary, but that will end. Being a mother will not.

You would think that nine whole months of thinking about having a baby would help mentally prepare me for what is to come, and yet I find myself staring at infants in the grocery store and wondering what the heck I’m supposed to do with one of those. What if I drop it? What if it’s crying and I can’t make it stop? What if I get soap in its eyes and he never forgives me? What if I keep calling HIM an it?!

Of course I am very excited to meet Baby Baer. Baby Daddy is equally as enthused, although I wonder if he’s also just looking forward to a non-pregnant wife.

Conversation from this week:

Me: I really don’t feel like going tonight.

Austin: You don’t have to go, that’s fine.

Me: I mean I want go, but I’ll just be so uncomfortable. I won’t enjoy myself.

Austin: I don’t think you should go.

Me: Do you not want me to go because I’ll be uncomfortable or because you’d rather go alone?

Austin: I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.

Me: It would be easier to stay home if I knew you’d rather go alone.

Austin: I’d rather go alone.

Me: Seriously you don’t you want me to go with you?! Why?

I thought this craziness might end this morning when I woke up at 5am to a very uncomfortable feeling in my abdomen and back. I absolutely could not sit or lie still and paced around for the next four hours trying to figure out if these cramps and pains meant anything or if it was just more annoying false labor. When Austin got out of bed at 9am, it had finally ended and I was in no mood for pleasantries. Luckily I have the luxury of being able to sleep during the day (no job, no other kids) and I promptly heaved myself back into bed and slept until noon.

On the bright side, we get to enjoy one last date (for awhile) tonight and dine on one of our favorite cuisines. It shouldn’t be too long now. See you on the other side.

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Due Date

Whenever I’m about to see the midwives, I allow myself to believe in the unrealistic fantasy that they will decide I have had quite enough of this and say “let us take it out for you.” Of course they never do. In fact, they say very little at all. This is what most conversations look like:

Me: I’m really uncomfortable.

Midwife: The end is uncomfortable, yes.

Me: My back hurts.

Midwife: Yes.

Me: My pelvis hurts.

Midwife: Yes.

[pause]

Midwife: Anything else?

Me: Did I mention my pelvis?

Midwife: See you next time!

This week was a little different as I demanded they do an internal exam and tell me exactly what is going on in there. Of course I didn’t actually demand, I asked very politely and they happily obliged. They even decided to strip my membranes while they were in the area. It was not pleasant.

As of Tuesday, I am 2 cm dilated and 50% effaced. I’m not exactly sure what this means. All I know is that I could easily be pregnant next week and into next Christmas.

Tomorrow will be 40 weeks. If I’m still pregnant by 6pm, we’ll be off to feast on the spiciest Indian food that I can possibly digest. Maybe we can smoke him out and he’ll be in that small percentage of people who are actually born on their due date. Here’s to hoping.

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39 Weeks

273 days of being pregnant and I’m thinking it’s about quitting time. The first trimester wasn’t too bad, the second one was a breeze, but the end of this third trimester is a literal pain in the butt. Naive pre-pregnant Kate was always wondering what the big deal was about being pregnant. It looked so easy, so cute, so enjoyable! What’s the fuss??

Please allow me to whine for two seconds: I can’t sleep. My feet hurt. My back aches. Sometimes a little pee comes out. I’m probably sweating. It takes much too long to put on my pants. And everything from my bellybutton to my thighs ache and cramp and get angry at the slightest disturbance.

The End.

We.Were.Blessed.To.Get.Pregnant.In.The.First.Place.

I.Have.Had.An.Easy.Pregnancy.

This.Is.Not.Forever.

In other news, I’m so glad it’s the weekend. We’re headed home to Perkiomenville for a few days to spend time with my sister and parents, attend a baby shower for our dear friends Kyle and Suzie, and celebrate the graduation of my cousin Ryan. It’s also Father’s Day weekend, so we’ll be celebrating our dads and giving them both some love on Sunday.

If Baby Baer decides to join us, the more the merrier. I have faith that we’ll be able to make it back to Lancaster in time, and even if we don’t-Baby Daddy is apparently very ready for a roadside delivery (God help us if that happens because I’ll be an absolute wreck).

Have a wonderful weekend.

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Passing Time

As the days continue to drag on without a baby and with a body full of pregnancy malfunctions, distraction seems to be the best medicine. Here are some things I’ve been doing to pass the time.

1) Read Horrifying Things About Labor, Birth, and Postpartum.

Yesterday I was so antsy sitting around at home that I picked myself up and drove over to Barnes and Noble for a “relaxing afternoon” reading magazines in a comfy chair. After skimming O Magazine and getting dizzy with all the ads, I decided to pick up a few books on babies and further educate myself. One book in particular was not shy about dishing on all the grimy details of labor and beyond. I almost passed out while reading up on your first post-birth poo. Ouch.

2) Make Austin Read Horrifying Things About Labor, Birth, and Postpartum.

For the past week I’ve been  incessantly nagging politely asking Austin to get on the horse and read up on what’s about to happen to my body. He’s (finally) obliged and is now well versed in emergency home delivery (he wishes but we will make it there), what to expect during labor, and all the terrors that come along with pushing 7+ pounds out of a very small space. His favorite term is the “the ring of fire,” a nickname for the baby crowning. This is not my favorite term.

Now that he’s got a clue, Baby Daddy is convinced that I can deliver this kid naturally and drug free (with his expert coaching of course). I was hoping for a milder response, but I guess I asked for it.

3) Make More T-shirt Bags.

Oh how I love thee, t-shirt bag. Last week after a tip from Pinterest, Zoe and I scrounged up some t-shirts and each made a bag. We loved it so much that today we crafted a bunch more (I’m trying to convince myself to give some away). Here are my creations:

Instructions and the original post on DIY t-shirt bags found here.

4) Make and Freeze Food For Post Baby.

My freezer is tiny, but I have been able to squeeze in some bite sized portions of leftover foods for post-baby meals. This week I made Austin’s favorite dessert, lovingly named “Lazy Wife Cake,” and threw some in the freezer for the next month.

Recipe found below (it rocks and it is so easy, hence the “lazy” part).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lazy Wife Cake
(Straight from Mama Baer)

Ingredients

2 cups sugar
1 t salt
1/3 cup cocoa
2 t baking soda
3 cups flour
2/3 cup veggie oil
2 T. cider vinegar
2 t vanilla
1 cup water
1 cup cold black coffee or yogurt or another cup of water

Instructions
Mix sugar, salt, cocoa, soda, and flour. Add everything else. Don’t overmix. Pour into a 9×13 pan and bake at 350 for 40-45 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.

Butter Cream Icing

Ingredients

1/2 cup (4 oz) butter, softened
4 cups (about 16 oz) powdered sugar
pinch salt
1 t vanilla
3 – 4 T (1 1/2 – 2 oz) milk

Instructions
Cream butter and 1 cup of sugar. Add remaining sugar, salt, milk, and vanilla. Beat until it’s nice and smooth, adding more milk if necessary to achieve a nice spreading consistency. Can be frozen for later use.

5) Attend Social Events

It’s wedding, graduation, and baby season, so we’ve been plenty busy running around to various parties, showers, and celebrations for family and friends. While these events can be tiring, they are mostly a welcome distraction.


6) Chat With Friends.

Hello Alaska! Thank goodness for Skype. Also thank goodness for other supportive friends and family who have been kind enough to send notes, emails, and encourage me as I anxiously anticipate this wonderful and very stressful change.


7) Clean

I’m not sure if it’s nesting or just general despair about dust that has kicked me into cleaning mode. I find myself wanting to clean the oddest places. The ceiling fan, for example, was really bothering me. Luckily Austin is tall and was able to vacuum it off no problem. If only everything would stay clean (how can two people be this messy?!).

As I grow increasingly uncomfortable and agitated in these last moments of pregnancy, I will continue to try to stay as distracted as possible. Suggestions welcome. A watched pot never boils.

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