Well, we figured having kids was not going to be an easy journey for us because of some "girl issues" I had always had. Little did I know it was going to be the huge journey it was...
I decided to go to the girl doctor May 2011 and talk about how we would proceed with getting pregnant. He told me that we could get on a fertility drug called Clomid whenever we wanted to start trying. We said we would think about it when we were ready to officially start trying. Well, the end of July rolled around, and we decided we wanted to start trying for a baby. We went on the lowest dosage of Clomid the beginning of August. It didn't work that month. We tried it again the next month, I ovulated but did not become pregnant. I asked the doctor if we could up my dosage and he complied reluctantly. I was ready to get this show on the road. I was impatient and it ended up being a bad idea. I had a lot of awful symptoms on the higher dosage, including a ruptured cyst, which was probably the worst pain I have ever experienced. Well, after that Steve and I were just done with Clomid. I did not like how hands off my doctor was so I decided to switch doctors/practices a few months later. She ended up diagnosing me with PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome) pretty easily. At first I was relieved because she said she could get me pregnant now that we knew this was the problem. She also had it and had a little girl, which gave me some hope. She put me on a medication called Metformin to regulate my insulin and hopefully regulate other things. It didn't really work, but she said whenever I was ready for Clomid again, the combination of these two meds work really well for people with PCOS. I was excited that there seemed to be light at the end of the tunnel. We decided to go back on Clomid, cautiously and staying on the lowest dosage, in November 2012. I didn't get pregnant once again. At this point, I was frustrated. It had been over a year since we started trying and neither of the doctors that I had seen were helpful at all. I hated Clomid, it made me a crazy person and not to mention I gained a good amount of weight. I was over it. So was Steve. I decided to see another doctor in my practice. He ended up being AMAZING! I told him everything I was going through, he just seemed very interested and invested in me from the beginning. He ended up calling me at 6pm one night to give me results from a sonogram. (What doctor does that? Not any of the ones I had before!) I felt good about this. He told me that he had talked to his Fertility Specialist friend and she had recommended another fertility drug called Femara. I was excited because I had read good things about it and people with PCOS online. He said we would get right to it that month, the beginning of February 2013. I did not ovulate that month. It was kind of disheartening, especially since my doctor told me if I did not ovulate the next month on a higher dosage, I would have to go to a Fertility Specialist. All I could think of was money, money, money when I thought of a Specialist. We weren't even sure how far we would want to go medically, but we trusted the Lord and His plan... we would go where he lead. I was put on a higher dosage of Femara for the month of March. We ended up going on a mini vacation to North GA for our good friends wedding. That was the weekend I was expected to ovulate so we were pretty excited and planned to have a relaxing weekend together with our friends. Through this journey, I had been taking my basal temperature in the morning to see when and if I ovulated, so I was quite aware exactly when this happened. Well, according to my temperature, I did not ovulate that weekend. I was kind of bummed, but still trusted the Lord... I knew that it could happen in the next few days to come. Well, Monday I ended up ovulating. I woke up with a spike in temperature and also with a dream. The Lord gave me a dream, the night I ovulated. Here is the dream and it's biblical interpretation:
I was pregnant with triplets. It was almost like I could see in the future, but I didn't find this weird. I looked at a picture and it was triplet boys. One of the boys was wearing yellow. I don't remember any other colors in the picture. I was crying saying I wanted at least one girl, but then quickly remembered what a blessing this was and how the Lord had given us children. After talking to my mother-in-law, who has dreams from the Lord frequently, she told me that the color yellow means "Gift from God". She also said that the number 3 means conformed. Which could mean I was being conformed to being pregnant.
This was insane! The Lord had given me this special dream the NIGHT I ovulated! This was no coincidence! I thanked the Lord over and over, knowing that even if I was not pregnant, the Lord had confirmed that we would have a child eventually and that our child would be a gift from Him. This was so important for me to receive a dream of my own because my mother-in-law had a dream after we got married that we had a baby and also a good friend of mine had a dream about a month before all of this that I found out I was pregnant a couple weeks after my other good friend, Bethany, had her little girl. (In which I ended up finding out I was pregnant 2 weeks to the day after she had her baby!) It was crazy to think that I could be pregnant and the Lord had shown me this through my dream. The next couple weeks, I had a few symptoms here and there, but I still wasn't sure if I was pregnant or not.
I went in to get a blood test for pregnancy and progesterone. It was a little early, but I decided to go anyways. I got a call the next day, which was a Friday, that my pregnancy test came back "inconclusive"... WHAT?! Basically, my body had some HCG (the pregnancy hormone) in it, but not enough to say I was pregnant. He said "I'm sorry this is happening to you of all people, but come in on Monday and we will get another blood test to measure the HCG, if it is rising, we know you are pregnant for sure. Sometimes they turn negative though. But a lot of the time they turn positive. I don't want to get your hopes up though." At this point, my husband looks at me and says, "I told you, you are pregnant!" This entire time, ever since I had the dream, he had been saying I was pregnant. I of course kept saying I was not sure. I was actually thinking that this could be the case after finding out that news. Over the weekend I took a couple pregnancy tests which came out positive and appeared to get darker. I was pretty sure I was going to get good news. I got my bloodwork on Monday and my doctor called me Monday afternoon, answering the phone with a "YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!" To say this wasn't one of the sweetest things to hear, I would be lying! WOW! God had given me this dream about this precious baby we are going to have? What a cool testimony! I am blown away that the Lord cares that much for me to show me something so special!
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| A picture of one of the pregnancy tests - 2 lines! WHAT?! |
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