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Despite being completely terrified that I might not get to keep this baby, I still want to document all the good things so that when this baby is born, I can look back to where I was 40 weeks ago and see all the love I already had for my child before (s)he was even conceived.

So, round 2.  Be warned- this is a long one. With no pictures.

I didn't think that we had a chance to get me knocked up in November.  October proved to be the month of the wonkiest cycle I have ever experienced (I ovulated suuuuuper late, compared to the rest of my cycles), and my lovely Aunt Flo didn't arrive until nearly two weeks after her expected arrival date.  After an extremely frustrating month, I learned that Luke was going to be out of town during the most important days during fertile week (I know, I know, super sexy... fertile week...gah.), so I was not too hopeful.  The morning that I had to drive Luke to the airport (November 10th for all of you who are keeping track of all the times we romped) was our last shot for 4 days.

After two weeks of obsessing over my temping charts, I was convinced that this was not our month, except for the dull cramping I started to experience around 7 or 8 days after ovulation, and the awful back pain that came on for the few days leading up to testing.  I kept pushing the thoughts of "this is what is was like last time" out of my head to thwart the definite disappointment I was sure to experience in the next few days.

Well, I stocked up on cheap pregnancy tests (I ordered 50 Wondfo brand tests the week before I tested), so that I would be ready for the next few cycles.  Due to the fact that I happened to have a boat load of tests in my possession, it didn't hurt to start testing early (even though I knew I would be more than likely to get negative results).  I was going to try to hold out and wait to test until my parents' anniversary on Nov. 27th (it seemed like it would be fitting to get a + on a special day like their 31st wedding anniversary, which also happened to be the day of their surprise vow renewal), but then decided that I should test earlier so that I didn't sport my angry face through the whole renewal.  Saturday 11/23- negative.  Sunday 11/24- negative.  Monday 11/25- positive.  I saw the faintest smudge of a line, but after convincing Luke to take a look, he confirmed what I saw.  The next morning, I took a first response and a digital test, and both showed up positive right away!

Wednesday, Nov. 27th- I got in to see my doctor and have her confirm the pregnancy at the clinic.  Apparently the lab techs didn't know how to read the test correctly, because I walked out of the office with a follow-up lab appointment scheduled because they called it negative.  Since I was JUST 4 weeks along, she said it was probably too early to see it on their test.  Fast forward 3 hours, and 2 positive HPTs later, I got a call from the doctor letting me know that she went and did the lab herself and that it actually WAS positive.  Hopefully that is going to be my only stressful bit during this pregnancy...

So, now we're here.  2 weeks later.  This is the week that I miscarried back in July.  So far, this pregnancy has been very different from the first one, so I hope that's a good sign.  If I can just make it to Monday, I'll feel an extreme amount of relief (though I know that I won't be out of the woods yet).

I have two appointments set: Dec. 31st for the initial blood screens/early pregnancy appointment with the nurses, and Jan. 15th is my first appointment with the OB.  Hopefully we get to hear a heartbeat that day!

Round 2

Here we go again... 

Today, I am pregnant.

Today, I am 6 weeks along.

Today, I have a due date of Aug. 4th, 2014.

I'm scared shitless.

I'm beyond excited.

I already love this baby with all of my being.

I hope this is it.

*Please stick little baby*