Here we go again

Part of me debated if I would write this post. It's been almost six months since we gave birth and it's been more than a year since we got our positive pregnancy test that lead us to that glorious moment when we became parents. For three years our worlds revolved around getting pregnant and staying pregnant. Finally on August 3, 2011, we were blessed with a baby. Our prayers were answered.

It might not seem like it took that long for those who haven't lived their life broken into manageable portions-- 36 months of wondering if I was pregnant. In each of those 36 months, spending fourteen days, count them with me--one, two three, waiting to ovulate, and then fourteen more days I waited to take a pregnancy test...do you know how much of our budget was spent on ovulation kits and pregnancy tests that didn't matter? I was literally pissing our money away. My life, our life, revolved around peeing on a stick. At some point, I remember Duane being so frustrated with me that he left me on the couch crying so he could go chop wood.

This is not because he is evil or mean, but at some point, my emotions got the best of both of us. Every month. Every month we would climb through those 14 days until we could try and get pregnant. Then we waited. Tapping our fingers through the next 14 days. We waited. And every month was the same. I would cry and look at facebook with a jealous eye, sometimes never telling Duane who was pregnant this month.

 We scoured babycenter.com for new ways to get pregnant. We tried it all, by the way--cough medicine, rituals, praying, clomid from Mexico, ovulation kits, you name it, we tried it. One fertility clinic and two miscarriages later and the Kings get their third positive pregnancy test. It worked.

The pregnancy was textbook. The birth was easy. Some might have thought we should be content with having our little sugarplum. Some might wonder why we are venturing down that road. Again.  Just let it happen. It will happen when you least expect it is what people who haven't been through all of this tell us.  And everyone knows the couple who tried and tried for years, and then adopted, and then got pregnant without even trying.  Just relax, they say.  If i had a nickel for every time I heard those things....

The other part of me isn't sure how to tell the world while trying to assure myself I shouldn't care. Every mom I know keeps telling me how tired I should be with an infant. A large part of me is ashamed that I'm ready for another baby--have I enjoyed August like I should? Am i trying to rush this?  I'm so used to women telling me how miserable I should be or should have been while pregnant. I never did feel miserable.  And I suspect it has something to do with the fact that everything we've been through makes all of this so much sweeter.

We want another baby. And not because August isn't enough. She's absolutely perfect in every way. She's beautiful, smart and funny. She's a strong little girl who can melt a million strangers' hearts. But we want more and we don't want to wait.  We want a big family.  Frankly, we don't have time to wait either.  I'll be 37 this year, so now it's a race against the clock in a way--no pressure or anything.  People also tell me that women are having babies in the forties and fifties.  It hit me the other day that if August waits until she is 35 to start having babies, we will be 70 before we meet our grandchild.  Being 40 having kids isn't how I imagined everything working out, but sometimes, life's plan doesn't always match our plan and in some ways, it's better that way.

This blog took a lot of courage for me to write because I was going to keep it to myself. But I can't. I can't spend the next three years crying, living life in 14-day cycles wondering when we will get pregnant again. We wanted to share again with you our journey of trying to build our family.  Your support meant more to us and kept us strong through the process.  We also learned that there were a lot, A LOT, of you out there who were going through the exact same thing.  I found a lot of support in knowing my words were helping other men and women feel a little less empty and hopeless.  Even the fact that Duane was so open about it helped a lot of men, because there is so much focus on what the woman is feeling and enduring, the man gets left out.

Now that we are in Seattle, we met with another fertility doctor. He assures us we are the quintessential case study for the 30-something who wants to get pregnant.  He has no fear that we will get pregnant right away and has no desire to change what worked for us in the past.

So, here's to starting the process over again.  Here's to hoping we get pregnant right away.  Here's to all the people in the world who have struggled with infertility and miscarriage silently.  Follow along with us again if you'd like.  We couldn't have done it without your support.  We thank you for your kind words and encouragement.  It's a difficult journey, one with which many men and women struggle.  I hope that a few of you will find the courage to heal, help others or the find the strength to keep trying if you too have struggled.  And for those who haven't, it is my hope that you will have a little more understanding about what it's like to be on this path since it's not one we choose, yet one we still have to navigate.  In the end, the journey has brought us closer and the reward has been sweeter.  It is through the pain that we have been able to fully enjoy what a tremendous miracle pregnancy, childbirth and parenting are.  We are so blessed and grateful for all of it--the good and the bad.