First things first, I KNOW it’s been 2 months since I last posted. Does finding out you’re pregnant, traveling nonstop and moving into a new house explain the absence? Hope so. Because trust me, I’ve missed writing like I would miss a limb. So I thought I’d jump right back in where I left off and catch you up.
The past six months have looked like this: Jersey and got married in October, then it was Holiday insanity, then after the New Year my work travel increased by 200%, then we found and bought a house in March. Here’s a few pics to remind you of what we look like.
But what I didn’t share with y’all is that back in December, Jersey and I spoke with my doctor about when to start trying to conceive. I’m a big worrywart, considering that according to the medical field, women at age 35 or older are considered “advanced maternity age”. To which I give them a big fat double bird. I’m 37 and loud and proud about it. Plus, without getting too much into my ladydoctor history, I’m very healthy and there were no huge red flags as to why I wouldn’t be able to conceive… but you just never know. You’ve all read the terrible articles about ladies ten years younger than I who have difficulty for no reason. Or ladies my age who did *everything right*, but still faced heartbreaking struggles with conceiving. If you haven’t, well, I have. And they terrified me.
After talking at length with my awesome doc, with trusted friends and with Jersey, we decided that I’d stop birth control at the New Year and well… we’d just see what happened. We were cautioned that it could take 3 or 4 months for my system to be completely back to normal after stopping the pill. We were also cautioned that we *could* get knocked up right away. But bottom line, my doc told us that she wanted us to try for at least a year before she considered there to be anything to worry about. Our prescription: Get outta here, go have lots of sex (ha!), don’t stress about it and see what happens. Love my doc.
So off we went and did just that, when our schedules allowed. I stopped birth control on December 28th and downloaded an app called Glow, which tells you all kinds of cool science-y things about when your “green light” days are for conception. The thing was, with both of us flying all over the country, we were lucky to be in the same state on one of the Green Light days!
Month 1 after stopping the pill – no go. Not surprising, as I’d only been off birth control for 30 days. I was just happy my cycle was still on track! Good sign.
Month 2: Remember when I wrote in this post, “Just let me tell you about the most recent trip. It consisted of the following, in order and without breaks: Atlanta to Las Vegas to Charlotte NC to Minneapolis, MN to Sacramento to Seattle to Atlanta. 12 days, 7 states, 3 time zones, me and a 50lb suitcase to lug around. I pounded Vitamin C and my multi-vitamins like it was no one’s business.”? Yeah, I was all over the damn country.
But look closer. You see the Sacramento stop in there? It was only a 2-day visit, to see Netstr and celebrate her husband’s 40th birthday.
Jersey joined me for that weekend in California. Which happened to be Green Light days. And those two days, apparently, were all we needed.
When my next cycle was supposed to start, it didn’t. But I was traveling and again… work stress. I didn’t think much of it and chalked it up to stopping b.c. and my body was probably just wonky from it. But MY GOD I WAS TIRED. I told Jersey and we decided that we’d take a test the next weekend just to see.
My parents happened to be visiting and staying with us that weekend, so it was difficult to make a trip to the drug store without being obvious. But early one morning, Mom and Dad slipped out to go to Dunkin’ (they wanted to give us some “alone time”, wink wink) and the second they were gone, I hightailed it to the nearest CVS and bought 2 packs of tests, 2 brands because duh… this is Peach you’re talking about, sped home and took one. Nothing so glamorous as peeing on a stick, I tell ya.
But not even a minute later, there it was.
I don’t know what all of you believe in or don’t believe in, but I believe that BabyZ is meant to come into this world. Right. Now. Because despite my constantly being on airplanes, under extreme work stress and rarely being in the same state as Jersey at the same time, it still happened. And we are beyond, beyond grateful.
Next up – my first trimester recap. <3
Till next time,