April 27, 2011

So I don't know diddly squat about blogging. I figured that it's just kinda like keeping a diary so that's what I'm gonna treat this like...

I've been with my loving husband for 9+ years now. I have tried off and on for 10 years total to start a family but up until now it always ended in heartache. We've dealt with 3 miscarriages and many failed failed medicated fertility cycles.

I had pretty much given up hope but in November of last year my hubby and I decided to give trying for a child another chance so we started another medicated cycle with a new RE. Shortly after starting we got into an argument and I decided that I couldn't deal with the emotional rollercoaster of going thru a fertility cycle without the support of my husband so I was gonna concentrate on my career and an upcoming deployment. Little did I know it was too late to back out.

On Christmas Eve I pee'd on a stick and was extremely surprised when it came back positive. I had to wait a few days to get that HPT validated at my clinic; then wait until 6 January for my RE to come back from his Christmas vacation to get it confirmed via ultrasound. That second confimation was done when I was 6 wks pregnant. At 7 weeks we had another ultrasound done because the RE wanted to confirm the number of sacs seen at week 6. Mind you I thought I saw 3 sacs but wasn't absolutely sure about it because I'm not an sonographer or a doc. The sonographer started the ultrasound and within a minute stopped and said she needed to get the doc. I was kinda freaked out by her reaction and was expecting the doc to come back and tell us that we were gonna have another miscarriage. When he walked in I was still on the exam table with my legs in the stirups. He came straight up to me slapped me on my knee and said "There's no easy way to say this but you have four buns in your oven". I looked over at my husband and he had a huge poop eating grin on his face and my first reaction was to say "OH SHIT!". From there we had weekly ultrasounds until I hit 12wks and left my the care of my RE and was transferred to the care of the OB dept. (I have never been pregnant longer than 8 weeks and was expecting to miscarry any minute. Still kinda have that fear.) I saw an OB doc twice and now have care with an MFM doc.

I am now sitting at 21 weeks pregnant still with quads and they are all growing like they should. They are moving like they are playing daily soccer games in a tight playing field. The closer I get to being far enough along that the babies have a chance of surviving outside the womb the more scared I get that something will go wrong before then. Everyday I still check for signs of preterm labor or pending miscarriage. Oh and the pain from the expanding belly is nothing I've ever felt before. Nothing I do seems to tame it at all. The pain will last for a couple of days and then give me a break. Once I get used to the pain level it seems to say ha ha you ain't seen nothing yet and it gets worse. I know in the end it will all be worth it. This is just some of my adventure so far.