It’s been months since I’ve put words on this page.
Life has changed drastically.
Wyatt, my beautiful IVF rainbow baby, is now almost 23 months old.
And I’m just over 9 weeks pregnant.
Shocking. I know.
I should have seen it coming. I had so many signs from the universe.
Deep down, I believed it was possible. I longed for it to happen.
My conscious mind didn’t want to go there. I was protecting my heart after many agonizing years of trying to have a child. It was safer to believe it couldn’t happen.
On August 3rd when I took a pregnancy test, I was shocked to see two lines. I actually think I was in literal shock for over 48 hours.
It was difficult navigating the health care system as an (in)fertile who conceived spontaneously. My fertility clinic told me to go to my family doctor. The family doctor didn’t believe that I ovulated when I thought I did, obviously late in the cycle due to breastfeeding.
Why can’t we trust a mother’s intuition? Why don’t doctor’s believe that a woman can know her body?
They booked me in for a much-too-early scan which just created fear and anxiety.
We were even earlier along than we thought.
I found it ironic that I had tested on the first probable day I could have gotten a faint positive.
We waited for our next scan just before 7 weeks and saw a heartbeat.
Relief, but the fear still needs to be tamed.
If we are blessed to receive this gift, are we destined to keep it?
My heart, my body, my soul – all say yes.
One day at a time, Lindsey.