Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. Everett was a surprise -- a chick hatched on my computer screen one day and our lives were changed forever. Despite being rather shocked and somewhat panicked for 2 weeks (I'm a recovering control freak), it was rather blissful to circumvent the whole "trying" experience. I'm referring to the counting days, peeing on countless ovulation strips, tracking symptoms, trying as romantically as possible to tell Matt its go time, waiting, waiting some more, and texting friends about "did you ever feel (insert symptom) -- what do you think that means?" Bless my sweet friends. They know more about my cycle than they ever would have expected. God love 'em.
I had Mirena put in after Everett was born. I was in no shape or form for another baby right away and the pill makes be crazy. So, there you go. I loved it, had no issues whatsoever, and had no reason to be concerned about getting pregnant....until I started googling a couple weeks ago. Stupid, I know. It tossed me in the angry throes of uneducated, strictly anecdotal chatter of message boards galore. Again, what was I thinking? It led to a bit of anxiety over the past month. (Caution: You're entering the TMI zone.)
Would my body return to my normal 28-30 day cycle? Would my uterine lining be sufficient? Would I still ovulate? Do I need to take red raspberry leaf tea? What about extra B vitamins? Can I exercise as much as I do now?
Since I didn't ever have a period with Mirena (awesome, I know), I had no idea where I was in my cycle, so I thought it completely necessary to order some ovulation strips. They proved to be effective, but seriously detrimental to my daily walk in freedom of thought (bondage to nothing) and reliance on God's power, control and timing. At first, I was pretty cool with whatever was going to happen this past month. I was keenly aware that getting pregnant is a miracle and it often takes a while even when nothing is technically wrong. Then I started having symptoms that made me sure - without much of any doubt - that I was pregnant. I was going to be one of those success stories shared on the message boards about getting pregnant 1 cycle off Mirena. I just knew it. All the way until it absolutely was clear that I wasn't and had only been experiencing PMS from the devil. I'm talking uterine spasms, sore boobs, peeing in the middle of the night, dizziness, etc.
Before I took the final pregnancy test, I just kept saying in my mind "Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, yes, Lord." I wanted that to be my anthem regardless of the outcome. My emotions once I saw the single pink line were slight disappointment mixed with conviction. Conviction knowing that -- hello, it's only our first month trying -- and so many of my friends struggle(d) for months if not years to get those two pink lines. Perspective, Erin. A few days later, I actually felt relief. Relief knowing that my body seems to be working fine...pretty much like clockwork again. 28 days. Thank you, Lord.
I'll spare you the rest of the TMI details, as this post is really intended to be a confession of my control-freak-ness. My bargaining with God. Worrying instead of praying with open hands. Assuming a level of control (or thinking that I am) that isn't healthy for my soul.
I've always heard the first month trying is the worst. So much anticipation, those first feelings of "what if this is it?", and "what does this mean?" I'm already feeling better about this second month. I won't lie and say I haven't counted out the days and made plans with the hubs to ensure we get our groove on at the proper time, but I've taken a lot more deep breaths this week. I'm not going to take 10 pregnancy tests like I did last month. And I'm going to make every effort to not share every positive step in my cycle with my friends or even strong acquaintances (ha, ha!) I want to rest. Rest in the knowledge that He already knows this baby's name, the gender, and his or her future. He knows the moment that baby will be conceived. He knows the story that will be written on our hearts forever. I want to rest in that and be thankful. Every day, positive test or not.
I'm still going to chart and listen to my body, but work on not letting myself ruminate on those things all day long. If you are trying, let me recommend www.early-pregnancy-tests.com and the free charting program online at www.tcoyf.com. Credible resources, inexpensive tests, and I figured I should use the same program I used with Everett so I can share the joy of another chick hatching at some point! :) But stay away from those message boards. They are a train wreck of epically hormonal proportions!









