The first time we tried to make a family was January 1st, 2010. How appropriate no? haha, it also happened to be smack dab in the window I believe I was ovulating. **It should also be noted that I can't do one thing at a time, oh no!, I decided now would also be a good time to try and kick my caffiene habit, as well as get off of a medication called pristiq (used to treat depression and/or anxiety). So it makes for a lovely guessing game of "what is causing this ailment".
So... now a word on this 2 week wait thing. It sucks! Seriously. I was not designed to handle the 2 week wait well. If you knew me, you'd know this. I am... shall we say.... slightly obsessive and determined. haha. Having a child has been one of the biggest goals of my entire life. So.. there's extra pressure there. Add to that I love learning about it, and there you have hours on google. Damn you google, damn you!! haha. I have spent the last nearly 2 weeks obsessing over this, the what ifs, the possible symptoms, etc. This is not good. haha. I know I am not the only woman in history to have done this, but... it doesn't help me watching myself do it. Its like a train wreck. My poor husband has been amazing about it, supportive, and great at listening.
So... what symptoms if any do I think I've had.
Not that many to speak of honestly. The number one thing I've noticed is my poor breasts (which will probably be called boobs a number of times between now and the future). They have been very sore. Here's the thing, I am a bigger chested girl, it runs in the family. I am used to them being tender around the time I ovulate, then again when I have pms. Between that time, they are fine.
This time they have been sore the entire 2 weeks. Full and sore. Additionally after we had sex on the first, my nipples have been tingling on and off. I have also had lovely "headlights" 24/7. Now for that lovely game of W.C.T.A. It has been very cold here in Florida. So.. I can't determine if they are like that because I have been cold for the last 2 weeks or what.
Besides my boobs, I've noticed I've been pretty tired. But again... this could be caffeine or coming off of the meds. Who knows.
The only other thing I've noticed out of the ordinary is my crying fit this weekend. Again, could be meds or caffiene, of potential baby. Who knows.
So.. here we are... about 3 days before I'm expecting my period. Can I say again how much I hate this 2 week wait thing. I have a feeling I'm going to get my period. Perhaps I'm being pessimistic, but there you have it. I guess we'll have to wait and see....
Monday, January 11, 2010
And away we go...
I am 25 years old and happily married to the love of my life. We have decided to try and start a family. Sounds easy right? lol. Then you don't know me or my obsessive nature. I am convinced the dreaded 2 week wait will in fact kill me, as I obsess to the point of not being able to think of anything else. But.... before we go on.
How I knew I wanted children. I have wanted children for as long as I can remember. In fact, I think I remember being the only broody 12 year old on the planet. lol. I have always been interested in women and pregnancy. Fascinated by the changes in the body that create that little person.
In fact, it honestly feels as if everything I have ever done was for my non-existent, but someday maybe, children. I know that sounds weird, but its the truth. I've always tried to live "right" (what is that anyway?), and make decisions that would put me in a good situation to be a mother. I once had a girl I went to highschool with tell me I was already a mother even if my children weren't on earth yet. She was a very religious person, something I can't really claim to be, but somehow it brought me comfort.
Before I met my husband I was in a relationship for nearly 4 years. I was crazy about him, and he was soooo wrong for me. It was my desire for children that finally gave me the strength to leave him. The realization that all of his hangups, would harm my future children. That was not the life I wanted for them. And so... I left him. Scared and lost but knowing it was the right thing.
Then I met the man that would be my future husband. Let me tell you, this man is amazing. He is kind, and warm, and funny. He is patient, and confident, and personable. He works hard, and is all about his family. In other words, he is the right man for me. A wonderful, cherished man.
When I met him, I knew not only did he make me happier than I had ever been, but I knew he would make an amazing father. His desire for a family almost matched mine! But... like me, he wanted to do it right and provide the best life for his kids possible. So while, we would have been happy to have kids right away. We decided to wait and try to better prepare ourselves.
We were married in April of 2009. It was in January of 2010 that we decided we would start trying for a family. And so, as a means of an outlet and hopefully a way to in someway minimize my obsessing, and maybe keep a record for prosperity, I decided to chronicle the journey in this blog.
And here we go...
How I knew I wanted children. I have wanted children for as long as I can remember. In fact, I think I remember being the only broody 12 year old on the planet. lol. I have always been interested in women and pregnancy. Fascinated by the changes in the body that create that little person.
In fact, it honestly feels as if everything I have ever done was for my non-existent, but someday maybe, children. I know that sounds weird, but its the truth. I've always tried to live "right" (what is that anyway?), and make decisions that would put me in a good situation to be a mother. I once had a girl I went to highschool with tell me I was already a mother even if my children weren't on earth yet. She was a very religious person, something I can't really claim to be, but somehow it brought me comfort.
Before I met my husband I was in a relationship for nearly 4 years. I was crazy about him, and he was soooo wrong for me. It was my desire for children that finally gave me the strength to leave him. The realization that all of his hangups, would harm my future children. That was not the life I wanted for them. And so... I left him. Scared and lost but knowing it was the right thing.
Then I met the man that would be my future husband. Let me tell you, this man is amazing. He is kind, and warm, and funny. He is patient, and confident, and personable. He works hard, and is all about his family. In other words, he is the right man for me. A wonderful, cherished man.
When I met him, I knew not only did he make me happier than I had ever been, but I knew he would make an amazing father. His desire for a family almost matched mine! But... like me, he wanted to do it right and provide the best life for his kids possible. So while, we would have been happy to have kids right away. We decided to wait and try to better prepare ourselves.
We were married in April of 2009. It was in January of 2010 that we decided we would start trying for a family. And so, as a means of an outlet and hopefully a way to in someway minimize my obsessing, and maybe keep a record for prosperity, I decided to chronicle the journey in this blog.
And here we go...
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