I've had a number of years to think about how I'd write this particular post, and I've considered a bazillion different ways. But now that it is here, I'm going to go with simple and straightforward.
I'm pregnant! We're thrilled. It's a boy. I'm 24 weeks along today, due in February.
So, back in June, eight years almost to the day from when we first started trying, I took a pregnancy test and for the first time ever got that positive result I'd dreamed of for so long. It was six am on a Sunday, but I woke up and could not wait one second longer. And I hardly had to - the word "pregnant" appeared almost immediately! The next day it was confirmed by a blood test, although I have to admit the positive test felt so good I took two more that week, in between getting betas at my doctor's office.
Yes, in the end it came down to IVF. This was pretty much my last-ditch cycle, and I'll talk about the details in a later post, because I do want to share what I think finally worked with anyone who is still trying.
It hasn't been a completely easy road, which is part of the reason I've waited so long to write about it. More about that on another day as well, because today is strictly for happiness and celebrating. The other part is that I'm just so incredibly tired all the time. It's amazing that I'm still awake right now, actually, but the new season of Top Chef is starting, so I'm making a valiant effort to stay up until 11 so I can see it. All the books say that you get a burst of energy in the second trimester, but I say the books are lying liars because I cannot get enough sleep. And apparently this is just what being pregnant is like for me. This is not a complaint, mind you. I'll take being tired.
Mostly, I'm incredibly happy and excited. That alternates with some fairly significant anxiety, but I'm managing it so far.
So, in summary: Pregnant. Yippee! Details to follow in later posts. Because now that I've started talking about this, good luck trying to get me to shut up about it.