Monthly Archives: December 2014

Our Baby Story

christmas card 3Hey Lovely Readers,

Well, it’s true.  I officially have a(nother) baby story.  This one has a happier ending.  So where did we leave off in my baby saga?  Oh, I remember, here (warning: that link is sad.  I never meant it to be sad, but people said it is).

Fast forward four months, and I’m 17 weeks pregnant today!  Here’s how it a-happened.

A little back story.

When I was going through my miscarriage in February, my doctor told me, “I’m surprised you got pregnant.”  He is a really nice guy, and he meant it as a compliment, like, “hey, your body worked, even if it was for a short time.”  I took it as, “Your body sucks.”  So, of course, I started crying immediately.  I never even wanted kids, but I still didn’t want to be told I couldn’t have them.

Hold on, this is where it gets happier!  Anyway, after my body recovered, the doctor told me I could try a drug called Clomid.  It’s a pretty common fertility drug.  I’m not sure why it’s so common, except that it is cheap (under $20), and it works sometimes.  I heard of the drug several times from friends, so I was pretty optimistic.  A little too optimistic.  I thought it would work on the first time. Well, it didn’t.  However, it did work on the third time, bada bing, bada boom, bada baby!

A side note:  some people hate Clomid.  I had some mild side effects, but nothing too bad.  It just made me feel like I was pregnant.  Which, if you’re not pregnant, kind of turns you into a crazy person.  Overall, I don’t know if I would recommend it or not, but it did work for me.

Life is weird.

The timing of this whole pregnancy is interesting.  First, we got pregnant a month-ish after we paid off our mortgage.  And, as soon as I let go of trying to make it happen, it did.  Also, I’m due in May, so I don’t have to go through the hottest part of the summer with a big ol’belly.

Unfortunately, I spent first four months as sick as a dog, and throwing up really cramped my blogging schedule.  Fortunately, I’m better now.  I’m content.  By looking at this picture, I think Baby Fannon is too!


The journey.

I used to think life was a straight line, then I thought it was a circle.  Now, I can’t figure out what shape it is– amoeba, maybe?  It just seems like as soon as you “figure” something out, life changes.  Like, you think you’ve found the perfect job field, and then you realize something else is more important to you.

Our baby story is far from over.  In the scheme of things, we’ve had it very easy.  My heart goes out to couples who have experienced years of heartaches and disappointments.  Just know, I’m hoping and praying for you this Christmas season.

The end for now.

I’m still pretty nervous about this pregnancy, but the more I talk to my doctor, the easier it gets.  We even found out the gender this week!  I would tell you, but we’re not telling our families until after Christmas, and my mom would hunt you down.  I promise to let you in on the news ASAP afterward.

I hope you have the best Christmas ever, and you get to celebrate this amoeba-shaped-journey called life.  Merry Christmas!