The Magic Wishing Stones
I had been using fertility sticks for a few months at this point and continued taking my prenatal vitamins (they made me sick, so I would take one before bed, no problems!), I was also taking a vitamin E pill suggested by Dr. Beltsos, and I was taking coQ 10 200mg 2 times a day. I was diagnosed with Hashimotos disease so I will be taking a synthroid pill for life. Make sure to have your thyroid tested for fertility issues, I believe this was a huge underlying issue in my getting pregnant. I was closely tracking everything using the Glow app I spent a lot of time reading other women's stories and looking for tips on how to get pregnant. When I got my period in September I was really upset. I was inching closer to my would have been due date.
I went into a CVS in tears and purchased a digital ovulation monitor, a basal thermometer, and like 823742948928429348 pregnancy tests. My go to pregnancy tests are first response . As previously mentioned, I had met with a great fertility doctor in October, and I continued praying. My dads Aunt, who is a nun, was visiting from Mexico. She gave me a rosary and a prayer card. She told me I would have my baby. I am not super religious, but I immediately put it next to my bed, it still resides there.
The women in my family decided we would start a tradition of going to the Walnut Room every November as a kickoff to the Holidays. In November of 2015 we bundled up and ventured downtown for our fun day. A dressed up fairy came around and gave us all wishing stones. I remember holding my wishing stone and wishing in my head "I wish I would have a baby." We had been trying for well over a year at this point with no luck. Apparently I wasn't clear enough in my request, and low and behold, my older sister found out she was pregnant with her third a few days later. I was happy for her... But I was jealous and thought it was so unfair. Fast forward to November 2016, my would have been due date was quickly approaching. I was sure this would be the second worst day of my life. The thought of it would give me a lump in my throat.
We decided to head out for our Walnut Room girls day November 11th 2016. My older sister and her 3 kids, my younger sister, my mom, and myself headed downtown for the second year of our new tradition. I love how Macy's decorates for Christmas and I was happy to be downtown and off of work for the day. The same woman dressed as a fairy came to our table with the wishing stones. This time, I was very precise on my wish. I wished that I would have my own healthy full-term baby and that my 2 friends at the time, who were also struggling with fertility, would have the same. After she left our table, I suggested that my sister and I order some prosecco. After a few sips, the drink that I normally love, made me feel sick. "I can't drink this... I just can't." My sister had no problem finishing my glass... Faaaaaataaaa$$$ (inside joke to those who know us!)
The next day we had dinner plans with some friends in Southport Corridor. I woke up with terrible skin. I looked like I had 15year old teenager acne. Just a few days prior I had bought a new pair of pants. That evening while getting ready, I just could not get them on. I pulled them and tugged them. They wouldn't button!! "I'm not going to dinner. This is bullsh*t! I just bought these and my skin looks terrible," I yelled to Brandon. I was practically in tears. I did the old lay on the bed and button your pants trick... Worked like a charm. Off to dinner we went. Once again, I just couldn't stomach a drink. Everyone wanted to go out after dinner but I could barely keep my eyes open! I was exhausted.
I was due for my period in a few days and scheduled to start clomid. I had some weird random light bleeding a few days prior. Could this have been implantation bleeding? I decided to use one of my 2738389387383 pregnancy tests. It was like 5am on a work day. I was used to sneaking around taking tests behind my husbands back. He told me I needed to stop, because every time it was negative my heart would ache. I remember holding the test. Do I really want to do this right now? A negative would crush me and a positive would... I didn't even know what a positive would do. I wasn't even sure if it would make me happy at this point.
I took the test. I waited for the lines. It was always the longest minute. I left the room and paced down the hallway. I came back to check. It was positive. I closed the bathroom door and cried. I took a clearblue test at work, which would make this a for sure thing... heck, it says pregnant or not pregnant.
The wishing stones, it must have been the wishing stones. Ok guys, I know it wasn't the wishing stones... but 2 years in a row... I mean... At least it's a good story? :)
I went into a CVS in tears and purchased a digital ovulation monitor, a basal thermometer, and like 823742948928429348 pregnancy tests. My go to pregnancy tests are first response . As previously mentioned, I had met with a great fertility doctor in October, and I continued praying. My dads Aunt, who is a nun, was visiting from Mexico. She gave me a rosary and a prayer card. She told me I would have my baby. I am not super religious, but I immediately put it next to my bed, it still resides there.
The women in my family decided we would start a tradition of going to the Walnut Room every November as a kickoff to the Holidays. In November of 2015 we bundled up and ventured downtown for our fun day. A dressed up fairy came around and gave us all wishing stones. I remember holding my wishing stone and wishing in my head "I wish I would have a baby." We had been trying for well over a year at this point with no luck. Apparently I wasn't clear enough in my request, and low and behold, my older sister found out she was pregnant with her third a few days later. I was happy for her... But I was jealous and thought it was so unfair. Fast forward to November 2016, my would have been due date was quickly approaching. I was sure this would be the second worst day of my life. The thought of it would give me a lump in my throat.
We decided to head out for our Walnut Room girls day November 11th 2016. My older sister and her 3 kids, my younger sister, my mom, and myself headed downtown for the second year of our new tradition. I love how Macy's decorates for Christmas and I was happy to be downtown and off of work for the day. The same woman dressed as a fairy came to our table with the wishing stones. This time, I was very precise on my wish. I wished that I would have my own healthy full-term baby and that my 2 friends at the time, who were also struggling with fertility, would have the same. After she left our table, I suggested that my sister and I order some prosecco. After a few sips, the drink that I normally love, made me feel sick. "I can't drink this... I just can't." My sister had no problem finishing my glass... Faaaaaataaaa$$$ (inside joke to those who know us!)
The next day we had dinner plans with some friends in Southport Corridor. I woke up with terrible skin. I looked like I had 15year old teenager acne. Just a few days prior I had bought a new pair of pants. That evening while getting ready, I just could not get them on. I pulled them and tugged them. They wouldn't button!! "I'm not going to dinner. This is bullsh*t! I just bought these and my skin looks terrible," I yelled to Brandon. I was practically in tears. I did the old lay on the bed and button your pants trick... Worked like a charm. Off to dinner we went. Once again, I just couldn't stomach a drink. Everyone wanted to go out after dinner but I could barely keep my eyes open! I was exhausted.
I was due for my period in a few days and scheduled to start clomid. I had some weird random light bleeding a few days prior. Could this have been implantation bleeding? I decided to use one of my 2738389387383 pregnancy tests. It was like 5am on a work day. I was used to sneaking around taking tests behind my husbands back. He told me I needed to stop, because every time it was negative my heart would ache. I remember holding the test. Do I really want to do this right now? A negative would crush me and a positive would... I didn't even know what a positive would do. I wasn't even sure if it would make me happy at this point.
I took the test. I waited for the lines. It was always the longest minute. I left the room and paced down the hallway. I came back to check. It was positive. I closed the bathroom door and cried. I took a clearblue test at work, which would make this a for sure thing... heck, it says pregnant or not pregnant.
The wishing stones, it must have been the wishing stones. Ok guys, I know it wasn't the wishing stones... but 2 years in a row... I mean... At least it's a good story? :)
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