OUR BIG NEWS...

Since June 2013 Dave and I started our 

"Fertility Journey"  with help from Dr. Drew Moffitt.  

After much testing; Blood Draws, Ultrasounds, Hysterosalpingogram aka HSG Test, 20 pound weight loss, Prescripts with Ovulation pills.  One period and several ovulation cycles later... 

We found the perfect "fertility cocktail."

Watch this you-tube video to see our amazing Doctor's perspective on infertility.  Although we never had to go this route, what I want you to know about him is he and his wife also struggled with infertility also we share the same religious views...

  

December 22, 2013 photo taken after pulling it out of the trash can a few hours later.

Pregnant?  I sure didn't think so, even when David read the instructions from the pregnancy test, they said if Pregnant it will show "TWO PINK LINES in the result window.  One line may be lighter than the other."  

Nope I couldn't believe it, I thought I am only seeing the lightly faded second line because I wanted to and because I don't want to face any more negative tests.  With this "negative" I proceeded to cry and basically throw a child's tantrum about it.

My heart hurt from trying 3 long years (started trying November 2011)... The memory of the last time I was truly hopeful in getting pregnant came back and made this negative pregnancy test, even more painful.  Dave and I were moving back home from Washington State and somewhere around LA in a hotel.  I had been trying up to that point with ovulation pills, injections and other prescriptions and it was time to see if I had succeeded or not.  I took the test and of course it was negative, told Dave and we were on our way out of the room for dinner when I just lost it and couldn't contain my tears.  We went back and hugged it out, this time was different because I could actually see the disappointment and pain in Dave.  He had wanted it to be positive just as much as I did and he also was hopeful we had finally found the winning combination of Medical Help... 

So that Sunday night, felt even more tragic because we were so hopeful especially with our dedication to the schedule of it and the timing to get it just right.  And with the words of Dr. Moffitt from our last visit still ringing in my ear, "when was your last intercourse...?  (Don't need to tell all you...) but he said VERY GOOD, and it looks like (we were doing an ultrasound) your egg dropped, this is VERY GOOD..."  So even our Doctor sounded sure...

Dave supported me so well that night by saying, lets not give up just yet..  Let's try another test a little later, maybe in a couple of days.  This seemed to help me calm down, so I agreed.

December 24, 2013.. We tried another test...

Christmas Eve, what better day to try another test (at least if it's positive that is).  This time Dave bought the test.  Dave's mind is so much more practical then mine, he actually bought a test that had the words PREGNANT or NOT PREGNANT come up on in the result window.  Genius, why didn't I think of that instead of those stupid lines...  

Anyways,  I took my test, went into the bathroom...  

Just a flashback, a week or two before all this I bought the thing that signified the epitome of BABY to me.  I bought Sophie La Girafe, born in Paris in 1961.  PERFECT, nothing better than baby and France (anyone who really knows me, knows how much I love All Things French).  

Back to the story.  So I bought what signified to me, the realness of a baby.  This toy has looked at me for years behind store fronts.  I've always wanted her.  I'd seen her at Paper-Source, Target and Pottery Barn Kids.  She was constantly on my mind, as the perfect first toy for baby.  What better way to break the news to Dave then with this toy.  As I purchased it one night from Pottery Barn Kids (which for years Dave and I have been buying Holiday decorations from) I remember the lady who checked me out.  I didn't know then Sophie had been around since 1961, but this lady had purchased this for her first born around 1961.  As she raved about what I already knew and thought I was planning out in my mind how it would all go down...

It did not go down at all how I thought, because of the negative test I had received 2 days earlier, I just didn't think I would need to prepare my plan of action for Dave.  So with Sophie in my under-wear drawer, under all the unmentionables, I continued into the bathroom.  As I sat there on that toilet, I read the instructions again on how to do this... You think I would be confident from all the practice, but this just had to be done perfectly.  I couldn't mess up.  I had to clean the area, wait until mid stream, tilt it just so, and let it sit evenly on the counter for 3 minutes, no more no less.  I avoided eye contact with that screen for 3 minutes exactly.  When I looked, my eyes had teared up, my voice was like that of Abraham, just gone from being shocked and disbelieving that such a miracle could happen.  PREGNANT  was on the screen.  I went into the bedroom where Dave was and quickly my mind came up with a plan.  As I went into the walk in closet I acted like I had peed on my underwear and asked Dave to get me new bottoms, hoping he would see the box like thing under everything.  Of course he didn't find it even after saying no to like the 5th pair he tried to give, giving him some excuse like no, those or too big, too small, not the right one, etc... Eventually I just retrieved it handed it to him with the stick.  

From there everything was surreal...

After Christmas, I called Dr. Moffitt's office and told them I had a positive pregnancy test.  We then scheduled a blood draw for Friday 12/27/13.  Unfortunately it wasn't at the Chandler location, because of the holiday's they just had their phoenix location open.  So Dave and I ventured into phoenix bright and early Friday morning.  Our appointment was at 7:35am, I worked that day but Dave had the day off.  The blood draw took minutes.  Dave mentioned how he'd love to just stay and wait it out until results where read by Doctor.  I told him that could take hours and I had work.  So we left.

I got a call around 11:30, it surprised me who was on the line, Dr. Moffitt.  He sounded calm but with urgency in his voice.  He asked me what time I could come back to the office, as he wanted to check on things with an ultrasound.  I told him I wasn't sure as I was working in Mesa.  He gave me his cell and said to find a way out there today as my "levels were very high"  and he needed to know why.  EMOTIONS, all I can say.  What did that mean?  Am I miscarrying or do I have multiples in there, what?  I tried to get a hold of Dave but I knew this might be impossible as he was in the mountains, with the boys; Dad, Ryan, Kaleb and Scott shooting up Christmas Snow Globes which had turned mucky  and Mom and donated to the cause.  The phone rang to his voicemail.  Left him one even though I knew it was hopeless...  I had to think of a plan B.  How to get to phoenix, without a car and without Dave.

Plan B.  I wasn't really sure of what to do as Dave and I hadn't disclosed the above information to anyone.  And no one really knew how close we thought we might be to actually having such a wonderful announcement to share...  So the dilemma lastly seconds in my mind, but immediately my Mom popped up as the Plan B!  If anyone was to be let in on this, she would be next in line after Dave.  So alright I will share with her a little of this dilemma...

Our phone call...

Me:  Hi Mom, do you know how long those boys will be gone today?

Mom:  Hopefully all day.

Me:  mm, so I was wondering if you could take me like now to see my fertility doctor in phoenix.  I just needed to go over some results with him.

Mom:  Sure.

Me:  Great, come as soon as you can.

Which she did not, she didn't understand the urgency of this, nor would she as I didn't disclose it.  I called Dr. Moffitt back told him I would try to make there around 12:30pm.  So Mom picked me up, we made it there but I know it wasn't 12:30, thinking more like 1pm.  But it's alright.  So I knew I would be having an ultrasound, and that would give up the reason of this urgent appointment to anyone in that ultrasound room.  I hadn't decided yet if Mom would be included.  But deep down inside I knew she would, I didn't want to be alone for this, especially since Dave was suppose to be there.  So as my name was called for me in the waiting room, my mind thought if my Mom moves like she wants to come I will just let her.  My mind believed she budged too with my name being called.  There was an awkward invitation to follow me.  As they showed her in one door to the room, I would go in through another as I had to change into that oh so comfortable gown (sarcasm).  So I entered the room.  Saw Mom, Moffitt, Juanita (RN) and a resident who's name is forgotten (not really important).  As I got up on that table I just knew I had to tell Mom.  So I briefly said, Mom on Sunday Dave and I got a positive pregnancy test and that is why I am here.  Dr. Moffitt's face was classic, he looked at me then at her, who's tears where already falling and said, RUDE, she doesn't even know why she's here?  Juanita quickly jumped on the tissues for her.  So that's how my Mom found out I was pregnant.

MERRY CHRISTMAS is really all you can see here...

Doctor Moffitt confirmed what I still was doubting.  This is real.  Not SURREAL but REAL!  I was pregnant.  And what was so shocking was I was further along then he thought possible.  No twins, No miscarry, just further along.

Baby's heart beat 126 B/M

The heart beat was where it needed to be...  

Can you see the two plus signs ?

Baby is where the plus signs are, very small.  The size of a pea.  Here is my LITTLE SWEET PEA.  At 6.1 weeks.  I was PREGNANT.  Anticipated due date, 08/23/14.

Dave Shooting Mucked Up Christmas Snow Globes

This is were Dave was when Sweet Peas photo shoot was happening.

January 16, 2014

Our first appointment with Dr. Tutt, yes I graduated from Dr. Moffitt and went to my OB Doctor.  He confirmed Baby still there and growing.  Expect sweet pea had grown faster than expected and he changed due date to August 18, 2014.  So my sweet pea, wasn't a sweet pea any longer.  She (and yes, she is what I have been calling her) is now 9 weeks along and is more the size of a green olive.  My little olive is now upside down but is growing and heart is beating strong.  

I was so thrilled to have another Baby photo shoot.  This time it was even sweeter as Dave actually got to be there and see and hear her first hand.  Beautiful.

February 13, 2014

Our Valentine, actually looks like a baby!  Dr. Tutt confirmed she has all her parts.  Well he confirmed baby has all the right parts; legs, arms, nose, hands, etc... He said she was even holding her fist up in the air, and super wiggly.  Looking good!  She is now 14 weeks.  Our little lemon.  He tried to get the gender but he just couldn't.  That's ok for now she's a she and that's totally fine.  But if she's a he then a He it shall be!  

Either way I am HAPPAY HAPPAY HAPPAY.