1. I've been trying to get pregnant since June '08. I realized that something was not normal about my lack of success right about the time I quit the last blog. Turns out Jon and I are reproductively challenged. I, personally, think this could be God's way of saying that the annoying qualities we both individually possess could not be contained in one life form, and he was sparing civilization from the next Carrot Top. Even still, we soldiered on.
2. I went on Clomid about this time last year. After six rounds, it seemed that it wasn't helping either. So, I went to my first appointment with a reproductive specialist; we'll call him Dr. High Heels. I've got to tell you about this guy. He's a really short, thick man with a receding hairline and a tongue about three sizes too big for his mouth. The first time I met him, he was wearing scrubs, a lab coat, and highest-heeled mens' shoes I have ever seen--example below.
3. Flash-forward to this July: After months of trying to complete a successful round of in vitro fertilization, we were finally able to transfer two, healthy blastocysts.
4. And, we found out that they both stuck! Here they are at nine weeks:
Yay--I'm pregnant with twins!!!
I can't wait to give you stories from the past year (I have a particularly good one waiting in the wings that involves contractions and Zach Efron). So, thanks for coming back or for joining in!
