|Posted on May 2, 2011 at 9:49 AM|
Well, so far.
In January, my fiancé and I decided I was going to quit the pill. My doctor suggested we wait three months before trying to conceive, so that my hormones and system can balance out. I started taking vitamins also.
We decided in mid-March to start trying. Sam's a trucker, always on the road, only home on weekends. We wanted to try every opportunity we had, because what were the odds that we'd get pregnant within the first month of trying?
Odds were good I guess, the baby caught and stayed <3
I'm two months in so far and I must say I'm relieved that everything is going so well. My doc said that the way my body reacted to getting off the pill was a good indication about how the first three months of pregnancy were going to be like. Sam freaked out because me off the pill: not pretty.
Yet . . . here I am. No nausea, barely any mood swings. I'm actually happy, content, most of the time. And why wouldn't I be? I carry life!
Then we started procedures for buying a house. Went to the bank, spoke to a realtor. For one week now, I've been house shopping, visiting houses. Oh, how naive I was before this process started. I thought it was going to be easy to find a house. Why not? I saw the pictures of the internet, saw the descriptions. I figured I could close my eyes and go eeny-meeny-miny-mo and presto! We're buying THAT one.
Oh, the shame of it all. The houses are never what the pictures make them out to be. It's disheartning to see the actual houses, sometimes in shambles. I was getting discouraged.
Then, yesterday, I found THE one. Sam wasn't there with me so we'll have to go back for a second visit on Saturday. I can't wait to show him! Unfortunately, the thought of it kept me up half the night because I was trying to figure out how to arrange my furniture. *sigh*
Wish me luck!