Friday, April 10, 2015
After having E, I was having trouble with severely irregular cycles.
When I finally went in, they discovered I had high levels of prolactin, which caused them to suspect a tumor on my pituitary gland that caused me to produce those high levels.
A CT scan confirmed those suspicions.
The simple solution was a medication that caused me to produce less prolactin to begin the ovulation process.
I was also given Clomid for good measure.
One month later, I was pregnant with J.
When I didn’t begin ovulating at the usual 6-8 month post partum mark that I usually do, I figured it was because I was training for a marathon.
After I quit nursing, I still didn’t start any cycles.
And after my marathon, still nothing.
I waited a few months before deciding that I better go in, in case I was experiencing more of the same problem I’d had before.
My lab work revealed high levels of prolactin and failure to ovulate, once again.
So we began the same process once again.
I did ask the doctor what my odds of conceiving multiples were, and he told me I had a 5% chance of having twins.
The first month did not work, so I called in to refill my Clomid prescription.
Unfortunately, my doctor was not in and the nurse had to take care of it.
She told me that had the doctor been in, he probably would have given me a higher dose, but she was not allowed to.
So I began month two of my meds plus the Clomid.
My cycles were horrible and I had tons of side effects.
Even worse was knowing I’d done it to myself!!
Anyway, two months was all it took, and we were pregnant!
I suspected it before even taking the test because I was getting up in the night to use the restroom, had super intense heart palpitations and, oh yah, I was already showing!
After the test confirmed it, I made an appointment with my doctor.
D joked from the beginning that we were having “doubles.”
We knew we wanted/were supposed to have two more, but I couldn’t fathom the thought of doing this whole process again plus another pregnancy!
He joked so much about twins that he actually wanted to come to my first appointment to hear the announcement.
I told him he was sick and was going to make himself feel disappointed when he found out there was only one baby in there!
I made him stay home with the kids and when I got to the doctor, he teasingly said “Let’s count babies!” before beginning the ultra sound,
Lagoon with friends
Someone has a buddy
Girls’ Day out
Random picture of my boys’ blessing outfit
Playing with Daddy
Krispy Kreme and friends
1st lemonade stand of the season
Get Air Trampoline with cousins
My widdle puppy dog
@ Nana’s with baby