Warning, family planning and baby talk ahead.
Before we married, my wife and I discussed our wants and wishes for children. I wanted three, she wanted more, somehow we settled on four. And we both agreed that we would wait until we’d been married five years before we started trying.
Only three years and some change had passed when we changed our minds a little less than two years ago.
A year of charting later and the doctor determined that she has PCOS.
For those not in the know, PCOS stands for Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome which comes with a slew of side effects. These side effects include, but are not limited to: insulin resistance, weight gain, infertility due to not ovulating, and a greater chance of miscarriage (The miscarriage rate among PCOS pregnancies is between 45 and 50 percent as compared to 15 to 25 percent in the general population.*)
She was put on a low-carb diet, given metformin to help with the insulin resistance, and with diligence and hard work, lost 60lbs.
Unfortunately, this still did not help her ovulate. She was put on Clomid.
Then one Saturday morning after her first round of Clomid, the most advanced piece of technology you’ll ever pee on announced that she was pregnant, and my ear drums were almost shattered by her excitement.
Our prayers (as well as those of our family and friends) have been answered! But please, continue to keep us in your prayers about this.
Right now I am a mix of overwhelming emotions, primarily excitement and fear. To keep from becoming overwhelmed by one or the other, I find myself distancing from my emotions about this as much as possible. I *want* to be excited, but I don’t dare because I don’t want to be crushed if the worst happens. I know I need to just let God handle it, to trust that no matter what happens He has a plan. This. Is. Difficult. To. Do. Especially for this. I’ve prayed and I’ll keep praying for a sense of comfort and peace.
Meanwhile, my wife is growing my baby. I’ll continue to try and be a source of strength for her, because I know that the same worries and concerns are nagging in the back of her head as well, and I want her to be as stress-free as possible.
The due date is June 19th, and we should probably be finding out the sex at the end of January / beginning of February. Until then we’ve tossed around a few nicknames to refer to the baby as. While Tok’ra was an awesome suggestion (and not by me, mind you) we settled on Nugget.
Sunday started the 10th week.