A lot of people have asked after everything that we did, how were we able to get pregnant. With some of my posts at the end of last year, I led you to believe that we were going to move onto IVF. And that was the plan. We left the meeting with the doctor knowing that was our next step. I was ready to spend our savings on getting our baby right then and there. My sweet husband told me a few days later he didn't feel good about it. I was crushed, I had my heart set on a baby and we had been told IVF was our only option. Bob mentioned a miracle baby or maybe going with adoption. So after a few days, I realized I would be ok with starting the adoption process. I told Bob I was going to get the information and we could start working on the paper work. And once again, he told me he didn't feel good about it. I felt as though I was left with no options. He sweetly kept telling me that we would have a miracle. I couldn't accept that a miracle would happen when we had worked so hard for the last 2 years with the doctor in trying to get our miracle.
I like knowing what the next step is, and being able to work towards it. This was right around Christmas and the first of January. I knew that if we both didn't feel good about our next step, we wouldn't be able to go forward with anything. I told myself I was going to get healthy, get back into my exercise routine, and give up white flour and sugar and all processed foods. (This would be my next step and distraction, until Bob came around to IVF or adoption :)
After day 28 of my cycle I always take a pregnancy test. If I don't, I start playing mind games. Why am I late? Am I pregnant? And so forth. So on Friday, March 2nd - I was 29 days. I took the test and waited out the time like the last 100 times. But this time, I saw something I had never seen. There was a 2nd line. I panicked, freaked out, started crying, and broke open another test. (I have an unlimited supply.) While the second test was in process, I ran into the bedroom crying and jumped on the bed to wake Bob up. He was in a panic until he was awake enough to realize what I was saying. What a special morning it was for us. Here was our miracle!!! I am so grateful for my husband who listened to the Spirit and was inspired for us to just wait. I'm sorry to say I was so obsessed and I'd say self absorbed in my trial, that I didn't take the time to listen.
On my lunch break I ran to the Fertility Center to get my blood drawn. And for the first time ever the sweet lady called me with good news to let me know that I was in fact pregnant. They scheduled me for my first ultrasound a few weeks later. Because we had been working with them for the last year and were figuring out IVF, they let me come back for ultrasounds until week 10, when I was released to my OB. I love everyone who works at the Utah Fertility Center. They were so kind, loving, and I knew that they cared about me and my family. It was a bitter- sweet day when I left after my final appointment with Dr. Foulk.
Today was a special day in the fact that I could reflect on my journey to becoming a mother. Baby Barber isn't here yet, but I worry about our little baby everyday. I pray for our baby's health and strength and can't wait to see this baby in a few months.
And here's a glimpse of our little baby tot waving hello to the world. (This is from our last appointment with Dr. Foulk @ 10 weeks, and our baby was moving like crazy.)