We were all signed up to do in vitro again in December, to try for a little sibling for Kate. I was at the point where I was just waiting for my next cycle so I could start the pill in preparation for IVF, and -knock me over with a feather - it never came. I am 8 1/2 weeks pregnant - "the old fashioned way" - and sick as the proverbial dog.
I had virtually no morning sickness with Kate. I felt a bit queasy on occasion, like a mild hangover, which I usually addressed by eating lots of greasy, salty calories. Ha. Now I can barely choke down dry toast. It's really quite miserable, and I don't know how I'm going to make another month or more of this.
So forgive me if I'm not bouncing off the walls with this miracle of miracles. I promise I'll start beaming again someday, when I get my head out of the toilet.
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WHOHOOO! The cat is out of the bag - yay! I'm so excited for you & your family....and when your head is out of the toilet, we can celebrate together. :) With something non-puke inducing and non-alcoholic...of course.
(when will the days of cooler jugs full of margaritas return?!?) ;)
That's wonderful news!
YAHOO!! This is great news (albiet sans praising the porcelain goddess)! I'm so happy for the Maiser clan.
The cooler jugs of margaritas will return when all of our kids are in high school. We'll need it to survive.
Hooray! Congratulations! This is such cool news!
And I'm so sorry to hear that you're still so sick. I'm sure you'll turn a corner soon. Hang in there!
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