Just a few more pictures to share…

I took this first one last week while Anna was eating her breakfast before daycare.  I just thought she looked cute…not that she was wearing anything special or anything.  I just think she’s pretty… :)

I can’t get over how much she’s starting to look more like a little girl than a baby.  It’s wonderful and sad all at the same time!

These next pictures are not all that good, but I had said I would share pictures of the new rooms, so here they are.  The rooms are small enough that it’s kind of hard to get much of a room in the frame…I need a much wider angle lens for this!

First, here’s a picture of the new living room…well, really this picture is more of Anna being absolutely mesmerized by the TV.  I think Dora was on…

Oh, and disregard the orange extension cord under the chest the TV is sitting on…that’s temporary.

And just to the right of that…I haven’t finished with that other chest next to the rocking chair…it’s just got random crap on it right now…

Do you see a theme with the Nick Jr (formerly Noggin) being on the TV?  These pictures were taken SEVERAL hours apart too!  Thankfully the TV had been on some other channels in between…  ;)

And to the left of the TV…the big white expanse is the only real closet in the whole house.  Not ideal that it’s in the living room, but whatever…

Moving around to the left a bit more…the curio…with a highchair in front of it…The highchair doesn’t ALWAYS sit there, but that’s where she had breakfast this morning, and this is where the highchair stayed.

And around to the left again…I couldn’t fit the whole couch in one picture.  Does this tell you how tiny this room is?

And the other half…

…and that’s pretty much it for the living room.  There is some open area in the middle…that at the moment is strewn with toys, naturally.

On to the babies’ room…

We’ll start with Anna’s side:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…turning to the left…yeah, yeah, I’m recycling a pic from last week…

And to the left a bit more…Anna had pretty much destroyed her room by this point (obviously) and I didn’t bother to put it all back for the picture.  She really, really enjoys pulling all the books off her bookshelf.  The fireplace (on the left) will be covered (the opening of it anyway) completely.  Right now there’s just a dresser in front of it.  The dresser will stay since there’s nowhere else for it to go, but the opening will also be sealed up.  Oh, and I’ve got to figure out what to put on the mantle too.  Hmmm…

To the left again…the lonely little toybox (it belonged to my mother-in-law):

A couple more turns to the left…Will’s side.  It doesn’t look like much right now.  I have no wall hangings for him yet, no sheets on the crib even.  AND my parents just brought his dresser to me last night.  It’s still got to be painted, but it will go on the wall where the rocking chair is sitting right now.

And just so you can kind of get an idea of where things are in relation to eachother…one more picture of both cribs (sort of).

That door goes to the front hallway, and our bedroom is right across from there.

I’ll take some pictures of the office when I finally get it all sorted out…it’s a bit of a junk room at the moment…

These first 2 I took on Saturday morning while Anna was playing in her new room…I haven’t managed to get any pictures of the whole room…I just got most everything hung on the walls today…

Of course, in both pictures she’s reading a book…that’s her favorite thing to do…

Disregard the crazy hair…it looks like she was having an 80s moment.

And here she is in the middle of the room…MUCH bigger than her old room!

This afternoon, since it was pretty nice outside, I took Anna outside to play in the leaves…she LOVED it!  Mark raked up a big pile for her to play in and she thought that was the BEST!  LOL

 

…until we meet our baby boy!

At my last appointment we set a tentative c-section date of December 10th.  It’s nice to have a date set…nice to have something to countdown to.  As mixed as our feelings were when we first found out about this pregnancy, I think Mark and I are both excited to have another little one.  Also scared out of our minds…but I’m trying to let the excitement take center stage.  Being scared isn’t going to help anything anyway, right?  This is just like anything else in life, there’s no going around the scary parts, I know we’ve just got to go through it, and we’ll come out the other side just fine…maybe a little extra tired and haggard-looking… :)

Our baby now has a name…a full name even!  His name will be William Stephen.  Mark’s father was Robert William, and even before I was pregnant with Anna we knew if we ever had a boy we’d name him William.  Mark’s father passed away on New Year’s Eve/Day…in the early morning hours in 1977/78.  Mark had just turned 10.  So, of course, he’s been someone who has been missed very much through the years.  Even though I never met him (obviously), he’s someone I wonder about and miss in my own way.  I wonder what he would think of his granddaughter and the grandson that is about to be born.  Anne (my MIL) says he loved kids.  Hmm…sorry…got a bit off track.  Yes, William Stephen…Stephen after my father…Stephan Edward.  His is spelled with an “a” and so far I’ve been spelling it with an “e” for this baby…I’m still up in the air…feel free to vote.  Should I use an “a” or an “e”?  Now that I’m seeing it typed out I’m starting to lean towards the “a”…just because that’s the most accurate considering who we’re naming him after…William Stephen vs. William Stephan.  Yeah, I think the second one looks better.  What do you think?  Either way, we’re calling him Will.

I swear this past month has been one big blur…Maybe that’s the reason it’s been a whole month since my last post.  We haven’t really done anything exciting during the month of October, just work really.

Last weekend we rearranged our house…in preparation for Will’s arrival.  We did it now more for Anna’s benefit.  I wanted her to have some time to adjust to her new room and everything before we bring a new baby into the mix.  We moved her out of her tiny little room into what used to be our living room.  We moved our library/office into Anna’s old room and what was the play area just outside of it.  The living room is now where the library was.  I was really unsure of how I was going to like this setup, but it’s worked better than I would’ve thought.  Maybe even better than how we had it setup before.  Anna has plenty of room to play in her bedroom now.  I don’t think the furniture layout in there is ideal, but it works ok and leaves lots of open area in the middle of the room for playing.  The new living room is, um, cozy, but I like it.  It’s much closer to the kitchen, which makes my afternoons easier.  I can just let Anna sit in there and play while I cook dinner.  I’m able to close door and baby gates to keep her out of the rooms she doesn’t need to be in.  She has open access to her room and the living room which she LOVES…she spends lots of time going back and forth and will periodically come into the kitchen to see what I’m doing before going back to play.  I can tell it makes her feel like such a big girl to be able to walk through the house more freely like this…before she was always gated into either the living room or her play area while I cooked dinner.

This weekend we’ve got to finish putting things away.  We have a ton of books to put back on their shelves, I’ve got to get the desktop computer hooked back up in it’s new location (thank goodness for laptops!).  We have to move the shelves and pictures from the walls to their new homes.  I still need to do some toy organization too.  Once I get all that done I’ll take some pictures of the 3 new rooms.  I’m pretty pleased so far with how it’s come together.

I’m feeling maybe a little sentimental about today being mine and Mark’s’ 4th wedding anniversary.  Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, maybe not…I don’t guess it really matters, does it?

I thought about it alot on the way to work this morning.  That’s just what happens when I have to drive with no music because the stereo in the Jeep won’t work and my car is still out of commission.  :)   So, as a result you get this post…me reflecting on the past 4 years.

September 30, 2005 – About 10 am Eastern time…which actually ended up being more like 10:40 Eastern time because the minister was late.  Mark and I were standing on a big rock jutting out into the Little Pigeon River in the Smoky Mountains National Park.  It was a slightly chilly, very sunny morning.  The photographer took most of our pictures before the actual ceremony since we were waiting for the minister to get there.  Mark was shaking like a leaf, no really, he was.  I’ve seen him like that twice now.  On our wedding day and the day I was admitted to the hospital to induce labor before Anna was born.  He doesn’t get like that often and I was so surprised by it that I practically forgot to be nervous myself!  In all fairness, if you wait until you’re 37 years old to get married, you’ve earned the right to be extremely nervous I guess!  Back to the wedding…the minister finally arrived, he had us stand next to eachother, instructed us to hold hands and said he was going to “talk to us for a minute”.  So, he starts talking and the next thing we know we’re in the middle of the ceremony!  Sneaky, sneaky minister!  I had one of those moments that happens so, so rarely (at least for me) where everything around us just went away.  I was so focused on what was being said…Mark saying his vows, me saying mine.  I still remember it really clearly, everything about that 5 minutes in time.  The way Mark was holding my hand a little tighter than usual, the way the sun was shining on my back, how, um, animated (for lack of a better word) the minister was.  I was aware of how much I wanted that all to be burned into my memory.   It’s one of my best memories ever. 

September 30, 2006 – About 10am Eastern time…we were back on that same rock.  We took some pictures…in fact, we took one of my favorite pictures of us together ever.  If it was still in my Flickr account I’d post it…maybe later.  By the time we reached our 1 year anniversary alot of the worries I had about our marriage were gone.  When we got married, I wasn’t sure how accepting my family would be under the circumstances, I wasn’t sure how I would do living on a farm in what felt like the middle of nowhere.  My family surprised me the day after our wedding when they all showed up in Gatlinburg to see us.  I knew my parents were coming, but I was surprised to see my sisters.  None of them had even met Mark yet at that point!  Well, my parents had a couple times, but no one else.  By the time we had been married a year I no longer worried about those things.  We’d been through all the major holidays with my family and we’d hosted a big Memorial Day get together for my family on our farm.  As for me adjusting…it just happened.  My values sort of changed gradually…it became less and less of an inconvenience to me to be so far away from a big city.  Mark’s friends became my friends.  We worked on the house together and it began to feel more like my house too.  Leaving Martin on a weekly basis became less necessary.

September 30, 2007 – Our 2nd anniversary…We spent it at home.  Mark cooked me dinner I believe.  We didn’t know it yet, but after many, many months of trying, we were about to find out we were expecting our first baby.  In fact, we found out 10 days later.  The weekend after we found out Mark took me on a surprise trip…back to the Smokies.  We went to the wedding of some friends and we went back and visited our rock.  It was sort of a belated anniversary gift…the trip and the baby.  :)   And we had no idea what we were in for in the next year.

September 30, 2008 – Our 3rd anniversary.  Mark had just quit his job a few weeks before.  I had never gone back to work after my maternity leave.  We spent an hour or 2 that day talking with our soon to be new employer while my mother-in-law did her best to keep our screaming, colic-y baby.  Our friends kept Anna (more screaming) that night while we went out to dinner to celebrate…new jobs and 3 years of marriage.  We were 3 1/2 months into parenthood…about 3 months into our colic adventure.  We were tired and frazzled…and SO relieved to be employeed again. 

September 30, 2009 – Here we are, 4 years later.  We have a sweet, healthy 15 month old baby girl…who woke us up at 4:45 this morning and spent the next hour in bed with us (and later just me because Mark moved to the couch) flopping around like an octopus.  I did get in some good cuddles (with her, not Mark ;) )when she was still for long enough.  We’re just under 3 months away from the birth of our second baby, a son.  I swear if someone had looked into a crystal ball 4 years ago and told me that this is where we’d be I would have laughed at them.  Mark wanted to wait 7 (yes SEVEN) years before we had kids!  I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but I wouldn’t have expected to have (almost) 2 by now!  Even if I wanted to…I could never have imagined the reality of it.  We’ve been through a lot in the last year.  New jobs, lay offs, unemployment, more new jobs on top of a surprise pregnancy that I would’ve never thought possible.  It’s crazy!  There have been a lot of frustrations and worries and there still are.  But I’m happy.  I just wonder where we’ll be at this time next year…

Unfortunately she’s been sick so we didn’t get any good pictures.  I did make a point of taking a few snapshots though…I’ll get to those in a minute…

I got a call Tuesday afternoon from the daycare that Anna had woken up grom her nap with a 102 degree fever and a rash all over her belly.  By the time I got there almost an hour later the rash had spread to her arms, legs and face.  I had managed to get her an appointment with the pediatrician that afternoon…although we ended up waiting about an hour and a half to see the doctor.  The doctor thought the rash might be roseola, but said it definitely was not a textbook case since usually the rash FOLLOWS the fever.  She had both at the same time.  She also listened to Anna’s chest and said it sounded a bit rattle-y…she has bronchiolitis.  We left with a nebulizer and a couple of prescriptions…an antibiotic and medicine to use with the nebulizer.  She gave us an order to have a flu test done…we had to go to the hospital lab for that.

The flu test came back negative, thankfully and Anna’s been fever free for well over 24 hours now.  So, other than a runny nose and a cough, she’s fine.  We’ll continue to do the breathing treatments for awhile though…just to keep the cough loose…and eventually get rid of it altogether.  She was a bit cranky today, but she didn’t get a good nap in…I think the coughing wakes her up.  Poor baby.

She did manage to DESTROY the living room though…there were toys EVERYWHERE!  I think she had fun though!

Here are a few pictures:

This last one cracks me up!  She’s actually walking towards me here…She looks kind of funny…like she’s dancing or something…

I’ve really slacked on taking pictures and I could tell I’m out of practice.  I may be a little rusty, but when you’ve got a subject as cute as this you’re bound to get a few pics that are keepers!  I’ve been dying to take pictures of Anna in this dress since Laura gave it to her back in June.  It was just was adorable as I thought it would be on her…

The very first picture of the day…on the front porch:

Next we moved into the yard…Mark was napping, so I had a hard time getting her to sit still and look at me…I had a few outtakes with her dress over her head, etc.  She was playing peek-a-boo…silly girl!

The next one is one of my favorites from the whole session.  By this point I had Mark helping me…he just hasn’t gotten the hang of helping get her to look in MY direction…Still I think this one is super-sweet.  It was REALLY underexposed because I was just not paying attention.  :(   So, it turned out a little “softer” than the others.  I still love it.

More with the chair…not my favorite, but still a kind of cute shot:

Ok…I just think the way she is sitting her is funny.  Such a little model…

Look at those sweet chunky little baby legs!  I could just eat them up!

Here’s where it starts going downhill…She discoverd the grass clipping (Mark had recently mowed) and she decided to decorate the chair with them…Silly, silly!  She thought this was SUCH fun!  I didn’t bother to Photoshop the grass out…

There you go…Anna at 14 1/2 months!

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted, primarily because I just don’t have much to say.  Life is kind of just moving along and other than work drama (is there a place where that doesn’t exist?), being pregnant and taking care of a 1 year old, there’s just not much going on.  I find myself thinking alot.  I’m not even sure how I have time to do that, but I do.  There are just a handful of things that occupy the extra space in my head lately.

1.  This pregnancy is different.  I’m sure there are a number of reasons for that…a) it was unplanned and unexpected, b) I got pregnant only 9 months after having Anna and I was still nursing Anna at the time, c) this baby is a boy (although I’m not sure I buy that that matters all that much), d) I didn’t have to wait for years to get pregnant with this one.  The excitement isn’t there.  Not because I’m not at all excited, because I am.  I’m just very tired and very preoccupied…between work, the house and Anna there’s no energy left for excitement.  I feel terrible about that too.  It makes me sad because this little one deserves some excitement.  I’m having a harder time in general with this pregnancy…I chalk it up to how close together my pregnancies have been.  My body certainly feels worn down.  I can’t even begin to think about how tired I’m going to be once the baby is here.  That makes me want to cry…I’m just hoping with all my might that this little boy is a better sleeper than his big sister is.

2.  Marriage is a hard thing.  Not that anyone is doing anything wrong to make it difficult…it’s just the typical ups and downs I think.  Still, with everything else that’s going on in my life I sure would like for my marriage to be on an up instead of a down.  It’s amazing how easy it is to get complacent.  I’m sure it’s due to BOTH of us being tired and trying to mentally prepare (in very different ways) for a second baby.  I think for me lately I’ve just let things go more than I should.  Little everyday things that probably do/did need to be addressed I’ve just let go because I don’t want to deal with the “discussion” they might entail.  Of course not addressing things is really no way to deal with conflict, is it?  Nope…Anyway the problem isn’t huge now, I just find it scary really.  I guess we’ve just allowed our mommy/daddy roles to take over and there’s just no time or energy left for us as a couple outside of that.  Well there is really, if we’d carve that time out on purpose.  We don’t though…we sit there night after night, usually side by side on the couch, but we don’t really talk to eachother.  He chats with his online friends, checks his message boards and I do the same.  It’s bothered me for awhile, but I haven’t said anything.  Then the other day it occurred to me that I just feel lonely.  Which is stupid…Mark is home with me most every night!  Someone on our list of priorities we (as a couple) have ended up way at the bottom of the list.  Nice. 

You know the show What Not to Wear?  Well, I used to watch it pretty frequently and they always had these moms on there that had just completely “let themselves go” after having kids.  Someone would always say, “oh, she puts everyone else’s needs above her own.”  Blah, blah, sniff, sniff, etc.  I swear I always wanted to roll my eyes at that.  I kind of still do.  I get that feeling now though.  There are LOTS of things that come before me and lots of things that come before my relationship with my husband.  Right or wrong, that’s just how the last 14 months or so have been.  There’s so much to be done that sometimes the responsibilities can be overwhelming…especially when you’re dealing with unemployment on top of it all.  So, I get the everyone/everything coming first, but whose fault is that really?  I can’t get to the point of totally feeling sorry for myself (sniff, sniff) about it.  I mean I control that…it’s not something that is being done TO me.  It’s a matter of the priorities I set for myself.  In the case of my marriage, it’s the priorities that we set individually and together.  They happen to be a bit out of alignment at the moment.  Kind of frustrating, but at least getting it out there that’s it’s bothering me…maybe we can work on it now. 

Yesterday we did have a nice day.  It seems like most of the time I have Anna or Mark has Anna, but we don’t seem to spend a ton of time together as a family.  Yesterday we took pictures (which I need to finish editing so I can post!).  So we sat in the grass and watched Anna play (with the grass clippings…she had a BIG time!).  It was so nice outside and so nice to spend a little time together like that without any distractions.  I try so hard to soak up the contented feeling that gives me.  

3. Holy crap I’m about to be the mother of 2 kids under 2 years old.  I’m excited to add a son to the mix.  My mind is constantly thinking about this…How it will work.  If his birth will be easier than Anna’s.  If he’ll be a more laid back baby.  If Anna will tolerate the new arrival ok.  I wonder if she’ll feel slighted or hurt…and I guess that makes me glad that she’ll still be so young, in a way.  She won’t ever remember not having a brother.  I remember (albeit vaguely) before my younger sister was born…just under a month before I turned 6.  I was definitely aware of it.  I was old enough to remember it and feel displaced by it.  Not that that’s anyone’s fault…I can’t even imagine not having a younger sister now.  I don’t want that feeling of displacement to be something that Anna remembers.  I suppose it’s an unavoidable thing for her to feel, but I don’t want her to remember it.  

I spent alot of time when I was pregnant with Anna just trying to imagine what it would be like to have a baby of my own.  So I guess I’m doing the same now, imagining what life will be like with 2.  I was pretty off the mark before Anna was born, and feel sure I’m pretty off the mark now.  At least I have some experience with motherhood to draw upon…I just like to think that my experience with Anna isn’t typical!  She was such a difficult infant.  She’s a sweetheart now though…just wait until you see these new pictures!  OMG she gets cuter all the time! 

Ok…hopefully I’ll be back soon to post some pictures.

I know most of you probably won’t read this whole article (below)…as it gets kind of long, but I wanted to post it anyway.  Having been through the whole infertility thing…it really irks me when people say things they shouldn’t.  While I usually realized people meant well when they offered advice or suggestions, I always wished people would just think first.  Some of that well-meaning advice was very hurtful and even disrespectful in some cases. 

Since my struggle with infertility is (thankfully) behind me, I’m kind of left in somewhat strange position of being formerly infertile.  I think sometimes that makes it even harder for me to say the right thing to someone struggling with infertility now.  Sometimes I probably open my mouth more than I should and sometimes I just stand back and hope the fact that I now have one child and one on the way gives that other person some hope.  So, for those of you that make it through this article…thanks for reading it.  Hopefully it will save you from hurting someone (more than they are already hurting) someday…

Infertility Etiquette
By Vita Alligood

Chances are, you know someone who is struggling with infertility. More than five million people of childbearing age in the United States experience infertility. Yet, as a society, we are woefully uninformed about how to best provide emotional support for our loved ones during this painful time.

Infertility is, indeed, a very painful struggle. The pain is similar to the grief over losing a loved one, but it is unique because it is a recurring grief. When a loved one dies, he isn’t coming back. There is no hope that he will come back from the dead. You must work through the stages of grief, accept that you will never see this person again, and move on with your life.

The grief of infertility is not so cut and dry. Infertile people grieve the loss of the baby that they may never know. They grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy’s nose and daddy’s eyes. But, each month, there is the hope that maybe that baby will be conceived after all. No matter how hard they try to prepare themselves for bad news, they still hope that this month will be different. Then, the bad news comes again, and the grief washes over the infertile couple anew. This process happens month after month, year after year. It is like having a deep cut that keeps getting opened right when it starts to heal.

As the couple moves into infertility treatments, the pain increases while the bank account depletes. Most infertility treatments involve using hormones, which alter the user’s moods. (That statement is like calling a lion a cat-my husband would tell you that the side effect is insanity!) The tests are invasive and embarrassing to both parties, and you feel like the doctor has taken over your bedroom. And for all of this discomfort, you pay a lot of money. Infertility treatments are expensive, and most insurance companies do not cover the costs. So, in addition to the pain of not conceiving a baby each month, the couple pays out anywhere from $300 to five figures, depending upon the treatment used.

A couple will eventually resolve the infertility problem in one of three ways:

They will eventually conceive a baby.
They will stop the infertility treatments and choose to live without children.
They will find an alternative way to parent, such as by adopting a child or becoming a foster parent.
Reaching a resolution can take years, so your infertile loved ones need your emotional support during this journey. Most people don’t know what to say, so they wind up saying the wrong thing, which only makes the journey so much harder for their loved ones. Knowing what not to say is half of the battle to providing support.

Don’t Tell Them to Relax

Everyone knows someone who had trouble conceiving but then finally became pregnant once she “relaxed.” Couples who are able to conceive after a few months of “relaxing” are not infertile. By definition, a couple is not diagnosed as “infertile” until they have tried unsuccessfully to become pregnant for a full year. In fact, most infertility specialists will not treat a couple for infertility until they have tried to become pregnant for a year. This year weeds out the people who aren’t infertile but just need to “relax.” Those that remain are truly infertile.

Comments such as “just relax” or “try going on a cruise” create even more stress for the infertile couple, particularly the woman. The woman feels like she is doing something wrong when, in fact, there is a good chance that there is a physical problem preventing her from becoming pregnant.

These comments can also reach the point of absurdity. As a couple, my husband and I underwent two surgeries, numerous inseminations, hormone treatments, and four years of poking and prodding by doctors. Yet, people still continued to say things like, “If you just relaxed on a cruise . . .” Infertility is a diagnosable medical problem that must be treated by a doctor, and even with treatment, many couples will NEVER successfully conceive a child. Relaxation itself does not cure medical infertility.

Don’t Minimize the Problem

Failure to conceive a baby is a very painful journey. Infertile couples are surrounded by families with children. These couples watch their friends give birth to two or three children, and they watch those children grow while the couple goes home to the silence of an empty house. These couples see all of the joy that a child brings into someone’s life, and they feel the emptiness of not being able to experience the same joy.

Comments like, “Just enjoy being able to sleep late . . . .travel . . etc.,” do not offer comfort. Instead, these comments make infertile people feel like you are minimizing their pain. You wouldn’t tell somebody whose parent just died to be thankful that he no longer has to buy Father’s Day or Mother’s Day cards. Losing that one obligation doesn’t even begin to compensate for the incredible loss of losing a parent. In the same vein, being able to sleep late or travel does not provide comfort to somebody who desperately wants a child.

Don’t Say There Are Worse Things That Could Happen

Along the same lines, don’t tell your friend that there are worse things that she could be going through. Who is the final authority on what is the “worst” thing that could happen to someone? Is it going through a divorce? Watching a loved one die? Getting raped? Losing a job?

Different people react to different life experiences in different ways. To someone who has trained his whole life for the Olympics, the “worst” thing might be experiencing an injury the week before the event. To someone who has walked away from her career to become a stay-at-home wife for 40 years, watching her husband leave her for a younger woman might be the “worst” thing. And, to a woman whose sole goal in life has been to love and nurture a child, infertility may indeed be the “worst” thing that could happen.

People wouldn’t dream of telling someone whose parent just died, “It could be worse: both of your parents could be dead.” Such a comment would be considered cruel rather than comforting. In the same vein, don’t tell your friend that she could be going through worse things than infertility.

Don’t Say They Aren’t Meant to Be Parents

One of the cruelest things anyone ever said to me is, “Maybe God doesn’t intend for you to be a mother.” How incredibly insensitive to imply that I would be such a bad mother that God felt the need to divinely sterilize me. If God were in the business of divinely sterilizing women, don’t you think he would prevent the pregnancies that end in abortions? Or wouldn’t he sterilize the women who wind up neglecting and abusing their children? Even if you aren’t religious, the “maybe it’s not meant to be” comments are not comforting. Infertility is a medical condition, not a punishment from God or Mother Nature.

Don’t Ask Why They Aren’t Trying IVF

In vitro fertilization (IVF) is a method in which the woman harvests multiple eggs, which are then combined with the man’s sperm in a petri dish. This is the method that can produce multiple births. People frequently ask, “Why don’t you just try IVF?” in the same casual tone they would use to ask, “Why don’t you try shopping at another store?”

There are many reasons why a couple would choose not to pursue this option. Here are a few of them.
IVF is Expensive with Low Odds

One cycle of IVF is very expensive. With all of the hype in the news, many people assume that IVF is a sure thing when, in fact, the odds of success for each cycle are low. Most couples cannot afford to try for one month, much less for multiple times. Considering that it also costs a significant amount of money to adopt a baby, many couples opt for the “sure thing” rather then risking their money on much lower odds.

IVF is Physically Taxing

Undergoing IVF treatments is very rigorous. The woman must inject shots into her thigh daily to cause her ovaries to superovulate. The drugs used are very taxing on the woman, and they can cause her to be become extremely emotional.

IVF Raises Ethical Issues

Ironically, couples who undergo IVF to become parents may have to selectively abort one or more fetuses if multiple eggs are fertilized. Many couples cannot bring themselves to abort a baby when they have worked so hard to become parents. If the couple chooses not to selectively abort, they run the risk of multiple births.

Don’t Offer Unsolicited Opinions If They Are Trying IVF

On the flip side of the coin, don’t offer unsolicited advice to your friends who do choose to try IVF. For many couples, IVF is the only way they will ever give birth to a baby. This is a huge decision for them to make, for all of the reasons I outlined above.

If the couple has resolved any ethical issues, don’t muddy the waters. IVF is a gray area in many ethical circles, and many of our moral leaders don’t yet know how to answer the ethical questions that have arisen from this new technology. If the couple has resolved these issues already, you only make it harder by raising the ethical questions again. Respect their decision, and offer your support. If you can’t offer your support due to ethical differences of opinion, then say nothing.

A couple who chooses the IVF route has a hard, expensive road ahead, and they need your support more than ever. The hormones are no cakewalk, and the financial cost is enormous. Your friend would not be going this route if there were an easier way, and the fact that she is willing to endure so much is further proof of how much she truly wants to parent a child. The hormones will make her more emotional, so offer her your support and keep your questions to yourself.

Don’t Play Doctor

Once your infertile friends are under a doctor’s care, the doctor will run them through numerous tests to determine why they aren’t able to conceive. There a numerous reasons that a couple may not be able to conceive. Here are a few of them:

Blocked fallopian tubes
Cysts
Endometriosis
Low hormone levels
Low “normal form” sperm count
Low progesterone level
Low sperm count
Low sperm motility
Thin uterine walls
Infertility is a complicated problem to diagnose, and reading an article or book on infertility will not make you an “expert” on the subject. Let your friends work with their doctor to diagnose and treat the problem. Your friends probably already know more about the causes and solutions of infertility than you will ever know.

You may feel like you are being helpful by reading up on infertility, and there is nothing wrong with learning more about the subject. The problem comes when you try to “play doctor” with your friends. They already have a doctor with years of experience in diagnosing and treating the problem. They need to work with and trust their doctor to treat the problem. You only complicate the issue when you throw out other ideas that you have read about. The doctor knows more about the causes and solutions; let your friends work with their doctor to solve the problem.

Don’t Be Crude

It is appalling that I even have to include this paragraph, but some of you need to hear this-Don’t make crude jokes about your friend’s vulnerable position. Crude comments like “I’ll donate the sperm” or “Make sure the doctor uses your sperm for the insemination” are not funny, and they only irritate your friends.

Don’t Complain About Your Pregnancy

This message is for pregnant women-Just being around you is painful for your infertile friends. Seeing your belly grow is a constant reminder of what your infertile friend cannot have. Unless an infertile women plans to spend her life in a cave, she has to find a way to interact with pregnant women. However, there are things you can do as her friend to make it easier.

The number one rule is DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY. I understand from my friends that, when you are pregnant, your hormones are going crazy and you experience a lot of discomfort, such as queasiness, stretch marks, and fatigue. You have every right to vent about the discomforts to any one else in your life, but don’t put your infertile friend in the position of comforting you.

Your infertile friend would give anything to experience the discomforts you are enduring because those discomforts come from a baby growing inside of you. When I heard a pregnant woman complain about morning sickness, I would think, “I’d gladly throw up for nine straight months if it meant I could have a baby.” When a pregnant woman would complain about her weight gain, I would think, “I would cut off my arm if I could be in your shoes.”

I managed to go to baby showers and hospitals to welcome my friends’ new babies, but it was hard. Without exception, it was hard. Stay sensitive to your infertile friend’s emotions, and give her the leeway that she needs to be happy for you while she cries for herself. If she can’t bring herself to hold your new baby, give her time. She isn’t rejecting you or your new baby; she is just trying to work her way through her pain to show sincere joy for you. The fact that she is willing to endure such pain in order to celebrate your new baby with you speaks volumes about how much your friendship means to her.

Don’t Treat Them Like They Are Ignorant

For some reason, some people seem to think that infertility causes a person to become unrealistic about the responsibilities of parenthood. I don’t follow the logic, but several people told me that I wouldn’t ache for a baby so much if I appreciated how much responsibility was involved in parenting.

Let’s face it-no one can fully appreciate the responsibilities involved in parenting until they are, themselves, parents. That is true whether you successfully conceived after one month or after 10 years. The length of time you spend waiting for that baby does not factor in to your appreciation of responsibility. If anything, people who have been trying to become pregnant longer have had more time to think about those responsibilities. They have also probably been around lots of babies as their friends started their families.

Perhaps part of what fuels this perception is that infertile couples have a longer time to “dream” about what being a parent will be like. Like every other couple, we have our fantasies-my child will sleep through the night, would never have a tantrum in public, and will always eat his vegetables. Let us have our fantasies. Those fantasies are some of the few parent-to-be perks that we have-let us have them. You can give us your knowing looks when we discover the truth later.

Don’t Gossip About Your Friend’s Condition

Infertility treatments are very private and embarrassing, which is why many couples choose to undergo these treatments in secret. Men especially are very sensitive to letting people know about infertility testing, such as sperm counts. Gossiping about infertility is not usually done in a malicious manner. The gossipers are usually well-meaning people who are only trying to find out more about infertility so they can help their loved ones.

Regardless of why you are sharing this information with someone else, it hurts and embarrasses your friend to find out that Madge the bank teller knows what your husband’s sperm count is and when your next period is expected. Infertility is something that should be kept as private as your friend wants to keep it. Respect your friend’s privacy, and don’t share any information that your friend hasn’t authorized.

Don’t Push Adoption (Yet)

Adoption is a wonderful way for infertile people to become parents. (As an adoptive parent, I can fully vouch for this!!) However, the couple needs to work through many issues before they will be ready to make an adoption decision. Before they can make the decision to love a “stranger’s baby,” they must first grieve the loss of that baby with Daddy’s eyes and Mommy’s nose. Adoption social workers recognize the importance of the grieving process. When my husband and I went for our initial adoption interview, we expected the first question to be, “Why do you want to adopt a baby?” Instead, the question was, “Have you grieved the loss of your biological child yet?” Our social worker emphasized how important it is to shut one door before you open another.

You do, indeed, need to grieve this loss before you are ready to start the adoption process. The adoption process is very long and expensive, and it is not an easy road. So, the couple needs to be very sure that they can let go of the hope of a biological child and that they can love an adopted baby. This takes time, and some couples are never able to reach this point. If your friend cannot love a baby that isn’t her “own,” then adoption isn’t the right decision for her, and it is certainly not what is best for the baby.

Mentioning adoption in passing can be a comfort to some couples. (The only words that ever offered me comfort were from my sister, who said, “Whether through pregnancy or adoption, you will be a mother one day.”) However, “pushing” the issue can frustrate your friend. So, mention the idea in passing if it seems appropriate, and then drop it. When your friend is ready to talk about adoption, she will raise the issue herself.

So, what can you say to your infertile friends? Unless you say “I am giving you this baby,” there is nothing you can say that will erase their pain. So, take that pressure off of yourself. It isn’t your job to erase their pain, but there is a lot you can do to lesson the load. Here are a few ideas.

Let Them Know That You Care

The best thing you can do is let your infertile friends know that you care. Send them cards. Let them cry on your shoulder. If they are religious, let them know you are praying for them. Offer the same support you would offer a friend who has lost a loved one. Just knowing they can count on you to be there for them lightens the load and lets them know that they aren’t going through this alone.

Remember Them on Mother’s Day

With all of the activity on Mother’s Day, people tend to forget about women who cannot become mothers. Mother’s Day is an incredibly painful time for infertile women. You cannot get away from it-There are ads on the TV, posters at the stores, church sermons devoted to celebrating motherhood, and all of the plans for celebrating with your own mother and mother-in-law.

Mother’s Day is an important celebration and one that I relish now that I am a mother. However, it was very painful while I was waiting for my baby. Remember your infertile friends on Mother’s Day, and send them a card to let them know you are thinking of them. They will appreciate knowing that you haven’t “forgotten” them.

Support Their Decision to Stop Treatments

No couple can endure infertility treatments forever. At some point, they will stop. This is an agonizing decision to make, and it involves even more grief. Even if the couple chooses to adopt a baby, they must still first grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy’s nose and daddy’s eyes.

Once the couple has made the decision to stop treatments, support their decision. Don’t encourage them to try again, and don’t discourage them from adopting, if that is their choice. Once the couple has reached resolution (whether to live without children, adopt a child, or become foster parents), they can finally put that chapter of their lives behind them. Don’t try to open that chapter again.

Well, since my last post…Mark has completely his second full week or work.  He’s liking it pretty well.  The commute is a bit much, but he seems much, much happier with job than he was with the last one (or two actually).

Anna did well her first week of daycare…napping is still a bit of an issue, but the last couple days of her first week were much better.  HOWEVER, she did pick up a little cold.  I noticed by Wednesday of that first week that she had a bit of a runny nose, but other than that (and being tired from not napping) she did really well.  It was a much, much better experience for all of us than the first daycare.

Early Monday morning last week (around 4am) Anna woke up crying.  She rarely wakes in the middle of the night anymore, and if she does, she goes back to sleep pretty easily.  Not this time!  She was running a fever…about 101 at that point and she would NOT go back to sleep!  She was a mess!  I don’t think she went back to sleep until close to 6:30.  Between the fever and the lack of sleep, I knew she wouldn’t be going to daycare.  So I called in to work and let them know I needed to stay home with Anna.  I called daycare and let them know she wouldn’t be there.  Then I went back to sleep!  Her fever never went away that day and got as high as the 102’s.  I figured she just had a bit of a cold-type thing.  Tuesday we stayed home again…By this point I wasn’t feeling very well wither.  Anna’s fever spiked to 104.2 that afternoon and I got her into the doctor.  She screamed for the entire visit!  They did a strep test – it was negative.  They pricked her finger to do a CBC – it wasn’t terribly conclusive.  I guess they were looking for evidence of a viral infection vs bacterial?  Her ears were clear, but her throat was raw and she had a lot of drainage, so they suspected it was a sinus infection, gave us a prescription for an antibiotic and sent us on our way.  Wednesday and Thursday went by…her fever was up and down…completely gone sometimes and up to 103 at other times.  We just kept giving her Tylenol/Motrin to keep her fever down and giving her as much Pedialyte as she would take.  Thursday afternoon her temp got up to 104.5…I called the doctor again, but couldn’t get her in until Friday morning.  She was so miserable!  We just kept doing what we had been doing.  I gave her many, many bath’s with Baby Vapor Bath.  We rubbed her chest nightly with Baby Vick’s…she got REALLY tired of having syringes of Tylenol/Motrin/Claritin/antibiotic shoved down her throat.  First thing Friday morning her fever was almost completely gone, but I had already made an appt with the doctor, so off we went.  She checked Anna’s ears again and this time they didn’t look so good.  So, we left with a prescription for a different antibiotic.  As of today, she’s much better.  I think the antibiotic has had time to kick in now.  She’s had no fever since yesterday morning.  Whew!

Anna has never wanted her mama as much as she did last week!  She wanted me to rock her in the middle of the night.  She wanted to sleep propped up on my chest.  She watched several Noggin shows cuddled up in my lap.  It was really precious…I just hated that it was because she felt so bad.

As for Baby 2…whose first name is William, by the way…we’ll call him Will.  As for Will, he’s a rambunctious little fetus!  Anna didn’t move nearly as much at this point, or if she did, I couldn’t feel it.  Anna actually got to feel some kicks herself this week, although she had NO idea what she was feeling.  She was laying on me on the couch, watching some Yo Gabba Gabba when Will really started moving.  Anna and I were lying belly to belly, so Will was kicking her belly through mine.  Anna looked at me like she was wondering what the heck I was doing!  LOL  I don’t think she was amused.

Ok…my afternoon nap is starting to wear off and I’ve got another LONG week ahead!  I’m off to bed!

Boy!

He’s nameless so far, although we have SOME idea of what one of his names will be…I’ll save it for the big reveal…once we figure out the whole thing!

We only got one 3D picture, but did get to see him in 3D a few times during the ultrasound.  Everything looks perfectly healthy and he is measuring almost exactly ontime for my Dec 17th due date.

My fav…the 3D picture…

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Profile…he still has at least one hand up by his face which makes the profile a bit less clear:

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The face…I find these kind of freaky looking…

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And lastly…the proof.  I don’t think there’s too much doubt he’s a boy.  Anna’s ultrasound didn’t look ANYTHING like this!  LOL

Boy 8_5

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