Monday, November 9, 2009

I’m Pregnant

In some people’s eyes it hasn’t been a long wait.
But for me, being a mum is all I have wanted to be. So after a year of trying and still no sign of being pregnant I stared the ball rolling for the preliminary testing and started seeing a naturopath and reflexologist. The tests were just to put my mind at ease as it was quite obvious that I was stressing about it and you could also say there was a bit of stress on the work front.

In September we were sent to see a Gynaecologist as my tests came back with all boxes ticked while my husband, (who I will refer to as Buster) who ended up having to do 2 tests, were quite different to each other. The Gynaecologist wasn’t really worried about Buster’s but it did raise questions so he sent him for his 3rd, while he sent me for more tests (one of which was painful and I wouldn’t want to subject anyone to) and put me on put me on Clomiphene.

It was the perfect month for us to conceive, my boss was going away for 2 weeks, which left the office quite and less stressful.
One of the tests that the doctor sent me for, had an effect that helped women fall pregnant, plus I was on Clomiphene which helps ensure you ovulate. Both of has had commented that we were very positive this month, but as we hadn’t had much luck in the past we suppressed these feelings as I didn’t want to be up set yet again at the end of the month.

My tests again came back with all boxes ticked so we just had to wait for Busters. However on the 23rd October, the day that I was to ring the doctor for the results, I had yet other sleepless night. While I was laying there at 3am unable to fall back to sleep, I started wondering if the sleepless nights was because I was pregnant. So before Buster left for work I was waiting for that all important 2nd line in the home pregnancy test. It was there, it was a little fait but it was clearly there, I excitedly told Buster who gave me a look that I’ve never seen before. The finance update came on after the news with reports that the share market was up over 100 points, I turned to see Buster jumping around excitedly with arms punching the air. To this I said “Your more excited about the stock market that being a Dad”, his reply “I need the stock market to go up to be able to afford to be one”. By the end of the day, he informed me that he was excited, just had to let it sink in.

I never did get Busters results, but I guess they must have all been okay as I was 5 weeks pregnant.

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