So......12 years ago I was told that I have PCOS and my ONLY hope for conception was IVF. That was when I was with my ex-husband (I was in my mid-20's then). We separated when I was 26. I was upset about not being able to have children and often told my sister that the man who gets me pregnant is the man I was destined to spend the rest of my life with. When I was 28 I met a wonderful man. We ended up getting pregnant - NATURALLY! In 2004 we had a beautiful baby girl. A few years later we talked about having another baby as we didn't want Jaiden to be an only child. We tried but...no luck. In 2008, I found out that I developed type II diabetes. I was on a mission to make myself healthy at that point. It was very slow going at first but during the winter of 2010 I was on a mission like a bat outta hell! By March 2011, I had lost approx 30 lbs (initially started at 240...went down to 180 in about a year or less all told)!! I was feeling great!!
In Nov 2010, I learned that I was being indefinitely laid off from my job due to the loss of a major contract. My last day was Feb 25, 2011. I was pretty upset about that but still didn't lose focus of my goal.
About two months after my last day of work, I found I was pregnant. WHAT!!??? After 7 years from the last one!! SEVEN YEARS!!! That was crazy!! I was 36 years old!! Too old, in my mind, for having babies!! Nor were we in a good financial position. I tried so hard to secure a new full-time job before I got too far long in my pregnancy with no success. It was really tough preparing for this baby, but I managed. In Dec 2011, Samantha Rose was born. I was induced because of the diabetes (it was a long pregnancy with taking insulin for the first time, ultrasounds every week, tons of "special" appointments, etc) and laboured for 19 HOURS!!! It was very tough as Sam had low blood sugar and had to spend her stay in the hospital in the NICU (Saturday - Tues). It killed me that I couldn't have her in my room - but I was still able to attempt nursing (although all she wanted to do was sleep - even through feedings LOL) and see her anytime I wanted.
After we got Sam home & settled life was good. Unfortunately my employment insurance was set to run out in March and we were not in a position for me to stay home so after the New Year I had to scramble to find work. In Feb I landed a F/T job. It doesn't pay the best but it was better than the 4 of us living in a cardboard box.
So... back at the beginning of July my hubby and I got into a "tiff". I was talking to a mutual friend and remember telling him that I was "late" and I don't know if I should be worried because of the PCOS, the major financial stress I was under (those who know what PCOS is will understand that it's pretty "normal" to skip periods - even for months at a time), my body adjusting to post-pregnancy at my age, or weight gain. Being pregnant was the last thing on my mind. After that I really never gave it much thought as life was busy with work, kids, running errands, etc.
So, last week I take little Sam to her Dr appt. My regular check-up appt was set up with hers so as to kill two birds. The Dr asked how things were going. I told her I was pretty stressed out due to finances and looking for a better paying job. I told her that I knew I had to back into pre-pregnancy mode and get back on my elliptical and diet. I was fully aware that my diet wasn't the best lately and I had put on weight. I explained that I just had NO energy and was often very tired when I got home from work - wanting to just sleep. Then I told her I hadn't had a period since about May .... but I was quite certain I wasn't pregnant. She asked "how do you know?" I said, "I think I would've know by NOW! No?" She looked at me and said, "Give me the baby. Go to the bathroom and pee in the sample jar." I did as I was told with mixed feelings. At the end of the appt she said she'd call me on Monday (this was a Thursday). Friday morning I get a call from the Dr saying "Congrats!! Here you go again!!" (in a nutshell). My first thought was fear and worry!! How was I going to tell my hubby. He wasn't exactly thrilled about the last pregnancy and I basically went through it alone. How was he going to take this?? Then I thought, "our house isn't big enough. It's just a small rental house that needs SO MUCH work!!" (the landlord won't do what needs to be done - furnace, windows, insulation, doors, etc) Then I tried to figure out how far long I could be. I couldn't remember exactly when my last pd was!! I searched my work calendar, phone calendar to see if I marked it - but I guess I forgot.
So, here I am.......37 years old (hubby is 41) ..... probably about 4 mos pregnant (ultrasound today to determine that). I can't help thinking that this should've happened 5-7 years ago!! First, I'm told I can't have babies, then I have one and 7 years later I'm firing them out like canons!!?? WTH is going on with my body!!?? We were using condoms (obviously not all the time LOL). I begged hubby to get fixed after Sam was born. He's too scared. So, after this pregnancy is done my factory is getting shut down for good!
I'm still in disbelief and refuse to believe it until I have the ultrasound done. I left my "sample" on the counter at the Dr's office - it could've been mistakenly mixed up with someone else's before they labelled it. LOL Hey! Anything is possible. I held off on telling my family until I know for CERTAIN. This is craziness!!
Any other (grand-) Mommies feel the same? LOL
By the way.......If anyone is wondering "how could not know?" please re-read the phrase above. There's the PCOS, stress, body changes, etc. With all pregnancies I have had mild to
no nausea, no aches/pains/cramps .... very little of the "classic" symptoms as I have never suffered from PMS symptoms either.
A little worried about the reaction of others to this pregnancy, however we are stable in many ways and happy.
