Monday, October 22, 2012


We're having a baby! Our journey to get pregnant was not always an easy one. I wrote along the way. This post is from month eight. Catch up with One Through Five, Six and Seven.

Over the last few months, I've cut back on certain things as we try to get pregnant: caffeine, deli meat, unpasteurized cheese (that one hurt). I even cut back some of my time spent working out.

And yet once again my period came. I've never really liked my period. (What woman does?) But by this point, I've really begun to hate it. What it represents. Or rather what it doesn't represent.

By now I don't even need my period to actually start to know I'm not pregnant. I know when my face breaks out that my period will be starting within the week.

It was difficult in the beginning and has become even more so not to be hyper vigilant of my body and not take every anxious stomach or sore boobs as a potential sign of pregnancy.

This month the thought would come in my head, I would breathe and then let it go. And yet I still hoped. And when my face started to break out, I was at a loss for what to do. I had been taking my basal body temperature, doing ovulation tests and having as much sex as we could without wearing each other out.

So I did the only thing I could think of... called my doctor for advice. When the nurse called me back, I fully expected to hear "Try for a few more months, and if you're still not pregnant, call us back." So I was shocked to hear that the doctor wanted me to come in. I made the first available appointment, which, unfortunately for my overly imaginative mind, is three weeks away.

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