This is my first post as a Mommy Blogger. I have been blogging at Cat and Muse for about two years, but it isn’t a dreaded mommy blog…not unless you consider the posts about my two cats, two dogs and hamster to be mommy posts. Anyway, I have decided to join the sometimes loved/sometimes hated Mommy Bloggers category and share my pregnancy with whoever decides to read it. Mostly, I want to chronicle the experience for myself and maybe for this child o’mine to read someday. The road to pregnancy was looking pretty rough and then (surprise!) here we are.
If you were to check out CatandMuse.com, you would see that I have been blogging about my life living abroad in Hong Kong. Having come from the Mid-Western United States all the way to Hong Kong (bringing 3 of our 5 pets with us, too!) is a huge change and it has been such a fun, exciting, educational, mind-broadening experience. I once considered it the greatest thing I have ever accomplished, but now I know that bringing this child into the world will be the greatest thing I ever do.
We created this baby here in Hong Kong (where we still reside…but not for much longer). We are moving back to the U.S. in about a month and that, too, will be an adventure.
The day I found out I was pregnant I began journaling about it. This may be my first official post, but I am going to share with you the journal entry written the day my doctor told me I was pregnant. It was written in mid-March, although I wasn’t thinking straight enough to date the entry…I had been told for two months and by two out of three doctors that I was in ovarian failure and would likely not get pregnant, the third doctor that disagreed with that diagnosis did still agree that I would not get pregnant due to my hormone levels being crazy low, too low to ovulate. Needless to say, I was a bit shocked and so was my doctor. Here is the entry from that day:
It has been a difficult three months of tests and bad news and doctors telling me I am in ovarian failure. Three months of waiting to have more tests to determine why I am not menstruating even with hormone therapy, waiting to learn if I can even conceive.
Then today the doctor did another ultrasound in order to approve the next procedure…and there you were. A little black blob on the screen overhead.
My doctor gasped and covered her mouth. I asked, “What does that mean?” knowing in my heart that I had made a tiny nest for you to grow in, but needing to hear the doctor say it in order for it to be true.
We aren’t in the clear yet. My hormone levels are low, a little too low and the doctor had given me Provera to try to stimulate a period (which is not good to take when pregnant, but the blood work and ultrasound said I wasn’t pregnant at the time).
I am so looking forward to meeting you...