Positive Pregnancy Test!!

Sorry if you didn't get a personal phone call from me with the big news. But a girl's got to blog when a girl's got to blog!!

I couldn't wait. I'm really excited. I love positive pregnancy tests. LOVE THEM! They are my crack. I Love babies. I Love hating pregnancy. I Love giving birth. I Love making our family bigger. I Love hearing Quinn say, "Mommy's got nother baby in her tummy." I love baby clothes from Old Navy. The fun just never ends. I even like baby poop. So, again, I (we) are thrilled to welcome #3. We openly prefer baby girls, but all genders all welcome for politically correct purposes!

So, it was a little dramatic today. I took about 10 tests. (Only a little embarrassed to say that I buy cheap tests and take them ALL the time, and my favorite website is Peeonastick.com). But today I was having trouble with my cheap, crappy pregnancy tests that I have shipped to me in packs of 25. Negative. Positive. Negative. They could not decide. After about an hour of reviewing the evidence under the bright bathroom light and even climbing on the vanity to get closer to the light to minimize shadows and decide if there was actually a pink, positive line there .... I realized I needed to throw a vest over my PJ's and go to Smiths to buy "soap." This is what I told Tim even though he was fully aware of the way too many details of the urgent situation.

Most of the tests at Smiths were locked in the closed Pharmacy. It is a good thing I am confident because I just walked right up to customer service and said, "I need a pregnancy test." Then I avoided all the lines that had my neighbors in them (3 lines). And then, like any normal, half-crazy person, I walked right into the Smiths bathroom to get my bad news ASAP (so I would know how many more to buy to take home, of course). I waited the whole 3 minutes, which I never do, and I had a great surprise waiting for me. There was a big plus sign. Positive. Baby is coming in early February.

I guess the story I just told completely negates what I said about not having had time this attempt to become a crazy person. He, he.

So it took 11 months to conceive baby #3, but most of these months were while I was nursing and not officially menstrating. Three of the months were on clomid: the miracle drug. All things considered this was my fasted success. Not sure if it was the Zoloft or my mellow old age, but I never even had a chance to rant or freak out about infertility this time around. (I guess the story I just told completely negates the idea of me not being crazy.)This makes me a little sad in hindsight because I have made amazing friends during my infertile past and been an important support for people going through infertility scares and problems. I truly love all my infertile friends. I think about you, pray for you, and regularly pray that I will remember the pain I have felt so that I can be a better friend to you.

On to the details of this pregnancy: So far this pregnancy has been ... oh, well, about 5 hours long ... But really I already have important things to write down.

This past week I was so tired that I wanted to die. I thought it was the Candida diet, but it was exactly like the week before I found out I was pregnant with Quinn! I remember that week so clearly because it was the week I had to collect all of my data for my master's thesis. I needed to be on my "A" game, but instead I was pretty much asleep. Also with Quinn, I showed signs of my body not reacting well to the extra blood flow that occurs in your body when you first become pregnant. My heart would pound or skip beats. And this week I was really lightheaded, which is another symptom of the extra blood flow. I kept having to stop and hold onto walls and try to not fall over!

So, although I've been pregnant for about 5 minutes, it is going more like Quinn's pregnancy, which is good because McKenna's pregnancy was a nightmare. (Subcorionic Bleeding, antepartum depression, most active baby ever, more stretch makes, no sleep, sore hips) But to McKenna's credit, her birth was beautiful, she is a miracle, and I am really passionate about her. I loved the experience of becoming so passionate about her name that I fought for it for months! I loved how that pregnancy healed a lot of band pain for our little family. I loved my Zoloft and all the important life lessons I learned from having several months with no anxiety, worry or stress.

On that note, I am weening from Zoloft so that it can not poison my new baby. I can already feel a little drama creeping back into my life, and I kind of like it.

Yay for a new baby and a new experience!! Thanks for reading, friends!