It’s been a while…

Well y’all… it’s been a minute. A lot has changed, but a lot is still the same. We’re still a party of 3 for now, but working on a sibling for P. We’ll start there.

We’ve been officially hardcore trying for baby #2 for 3 months now. One month naturally, one month on 150 mg of Clomid and this month we’re trying Femara for the very first time. If you’ve never had to deal with infertility and the hell meds that come with it, consider yourself blessed. It’s exhausting. Clomid made me a crazy person and Femara is making me pee every 3 minutes. I was relatively lucky with P and conceived on my first round of fertility meds so I’m kind of lost and shocked by the fact that we’ve had more significant trouble this time around. Hopefully this is the month, and I can start blogging about my pregnancy!! We’ll find out around February 20th.

My job. Good God. I’ve never loathed something so much in my life. I work in residential lending, where I process and close mortgage loans. If you’ve ever bought a house you know that this is a lengthy process and it doesn’t happen overnight. What you don’t know, is that the overworked and underpaid people behind the scenes are busting their asses and failing to meet the unrealistic timeframes that are set for the process. Recently my position was restructured. When I moved to the department I work in now I was hired as a mortgage processor. Moderately stressful, but manageable. However, they have combined my position with the closing position. Nobody wants to be a closer. Everyone wants their loan closed like yesterday, and when you have 25 loans to close it’s impossible to satisfy everyone. I pretty much close the loans for the people who are bitching the loudest. It’s terrible. I would have never applied for this job, but alas, I was given an entirely different job and a shit ton more responsibility on top of the job I was already doing- for no increase in pay. So, I want out. I’ve been in banking for a little over 5 years, started as a teller, moved to loan operations and then to residential lending. As I’ve moved up I’ve gained some pretty significant pay increases. I don’t make a lot of money by any means, but I live in an area where $10 an hour is considered “good” money and that fact that I make beyond that makes it practically impossible to find another job that doesn’t involve a pay cut. I have bills to pay and mouths to feed so for now I will continue to eat sleep and breathe mortgages.

Me, as a person. I’ve changed. I don’t know when or how it happened but I’ve grown some serious balls. I’ve become assertive and confident and at times, even confrontational. I’ve never been a person to stand up for myself, I would rather just keep my mouth shut and avoid confrontation. But I find myself speaking my mind a lot more these days, and I like it. I’m proud. I’ve distanced myself from friends from high school and become much closer with newer friends who I have more in common with and can better relate to. I think I can partially contribute my change in attitude to my bitches 🙂

And last, but certainly not least, P! He’s a big boy now. We celebrated his 2nd birthday in December with a Ninja Turtle party. Does he like Ninja Turtles? No. He’s still obsessed with Mickey Mouse, but I didn’t want a Mickey party 2 years in a row so I picked the cutest decorations. He had his 2 year checkup last month so I’ll give you the obligatory mom stats: he’s 35 inches tall, 35 lbs, has an entire mouth full of teeth, wears 2T/3T clothes, would eat rice and cheese for every meal if you let him, and watches Mickey Mouse every chance he gets. He still sleeps with me, with his hand wrapped in my hair all night long. He loves to cuddle, and he loves group hugs with me and his daddy. He also enjoys pushing our heads together and making us kiss, that’s a little disturbing and we’re trying to make him stop it… he tried to make my sister in laws kiss the other day. Awkward. He’s just a typical rambunctious little boy who loves running, climbing, picking his nose and doing gross boy stuff. I wouldn’t have it any other way! 

I always say I’ll try to blog more, but I get busy and it never happens. I’ll try to do better this time though, hopefully my eggo will get preggo so I’ll have more interesting things to tell you about!! Otherwise you’re gonna just have to listen to me bitch about my job… I apologize in advance. 


Clomid- Round 2

AF showed up right on time this month. My progesterone on my unmedicated cycle was only 6, so I think anymore unmedicated cycles would be pointless. So here we are… CD 4, Clomid day 2. If I conceive this month the due date will be mid-November. I can be back to work by the first of the year and not lose any of my vacation and sick days for 2017. That’s exactly what I wanted when we started planning baby #2, so my hopes are high this month!

In a perfect world, here’s how things would play out:


Well here I am, pissing on sticks again.

It’s been an interesting week, to say the least. I found out my sister in law was pregnant and had a meltdown and decided it wasn’t meant for me to ever get pregnant again. Then, she goes to the ER for cramps and finds out its an ectopic pregnancy and ends up in surgery at 1 a.m. I am absolutely heartbroken for her, and slightly terrified of the same thing happening to me if I do get pregnant again. There are literally a million things that can go wrong and end a pregnancy. It’s mind boggling and I would be lieing if I said I wasn’t scared about it. I’ve been beyond blessed to have had 1 pregnancy that resulted in a happy healthy baby 39 weeks later, and I feel like I’m pushing my luck… Does that make sense?

Anyway, I had my progesterone checked on CD 20 and it was a whopping 6.0. The jury is still out on whether or not that is a level that indicates ovulation in an unmedicated cycle according to my google research. But, I’m going to assume I O’d but not very “strongly” since I did get several positive OPK’s. So now we wait for AF. I’ve tested since 10 DPO and everything has been negative. My boobs are massive and feel like I would imagine porn star boobs feel like, but other than that I don’t really have anything I can call symptoms. It’s not over til it’s over though, right?! 

  Anybody see a line? No?! Me either 😳

Let the Baby Dancing Commence

I can’t believe I’m back here already… It seems like just yesterday I was TTC for the first time. P is 13 months old, and if I’m going to be successful with my 2 year gap plan, it’s time to get back on the horse.

If you’ve not followed my journey, we tried unsuccessfully for 7 months for our first baby and got lucky on our 8th cycle. The 8th cycle was our 1st medicated cycle, 100 mg of Clomid gave me my sweet little P. I went back to my OB/GYN last month and got the all clear to get started on #2. She went ahead and prescribed 100 mg of Clomid and told me she had no problem with going straight to meds since I would probably need it anyway. Clomid made me a crazy bitch last time around. There’s no sugar coating it, it made me insane… I beat my dog and I will probably never forgive myself for that. So, naturally I’m not looking forward to taking Clomid again. I decided to try 1 unmedicated cycle before going back on fertility meds.

So that’s where we’re at. I’m on cycle day 8, and expect to ovulate on the 29th. We started bd’ing last night (and this morning :)) , and plan to continue every other day. AF should come on Feb. 12th… So hopefully I will get a precious little V-Day gift with a BFP! I’m very hopeful, but I don’t expect this month to be successful. It would be amazing if it were that easy, but I don’t expect it to work out that way. You will probably be hearing about my Clomid confessions next month! I’ve not taken an OPK since last time I was TTC so we are going on the assumption that I am still ovulating on my own. I will have blood work on cycle day 21 to confirm that! I’m going to do my best to keep you updated on this journey, but life with P gets pretty crazy!!!

Homework Sex

Did you know that an estimated 1 in 10 couples faces infertility today? I surely didn’t… I thought that when we decided it was time for a baby I would go off my birth control and it would be as simple as that. Not so much!

My husband and I have always known we wanted a baby right away once we got married, so I stopped taking my pill about 4 months before our wedding. I started tracking my periods and ovulation and every month, I hoped for a “surprise” baby. That didn’t happen. I did happened to be ovulating the weekend of our wedding, so our active trying began on the first night of our honeymoon. In my naive little mind I still thought this was going to be a piece of cake. Month after month I wasted a ton of pregnancy tests by testing too early and my period kept showing up right on time. I was getting discouraged and didn’t understand why our efforts weren’t paying off.

I decided to talk to my gyno after our 6th unsuccessful month of trying to conceive. She agreed that we should have conceived by then, since I was ovulating regularly and having intercourse during the prime fertility window each month. We were diagnosed with Unexplained Infertility, and our first step was Clomid. If you’re unfamiliar with Clomid, it’s a mild fertility medication used in most cases to induce ovulation, or in my case to produce multiple eggs. When you are prescribed any type of fertility med you usually get a handy little sex chart to go allong with it. This chart had check marks on the day we needed to have our homework sex, and being good students we abided by our check marks. On the 21st day of the Clomid cycle I had to go for blood work to confirm that I had indeed ovulated. My Dr said that any number over 5 on a medicated cycle indicated ovulation. My number was 19! The Clomid had definitely worked!

So now it was a waiting game until test time. Each day seemed to pass slower than the last. It seemed like it would never be time to test, so naturally I began testing too early again.

“I see a faint line!!!!” I scream as I run to my husband with the test, I was so excited! He took the test from me and held it up and squinted at it. Not saying a word he held it up to the light and squinted some more. He then proceeded to tell me that I was insane and there wasn’t a line there at all. I examined it again and decided I must be seeing things, but would try again the next day. I got smart this time and bought a digital to confirm any imaginary lines I may see.

I took the first test alone, and once again I saw a faint line. Very, very faint… But it was a line!


I called for my husband to come home and we sat in the bathroom huddled over a cup of my pee waiting to see what the digital had to say. We were both in disbelief when it stopped blinking and flashed a giant PREGNANT at us. We had done it. We had conceived! A child that was half him, and half me was growing inside of me. It was the most emotional moment in our relationship, he held me and I cried “I’m going to be a mommy” and he held back tears and whispered “yes you are” until all my tears were gone.

Our infertility journey was a lot shorter than most couples. We conceived on the 8th cycle, and our very first Clomid cycle. I realize how incredibly lucky we were, but no matter how short your struggle may be it doesn’t make the time of uncertainty any less painful. We are closer and stronger as a couple because we endured it together, and for that I will be forever grateful.