Lauren's Pregnancy Journal

Another appointment today.  The good news is everything is fine with the baby.  And my blood pressure, weight, and iron levels are all good.  I don't remember what my BP was, and I've gained 13 lbs since the beginning so far.

But the bad news is I failed my freakin' glucose challenge test.  Ugh!  I am so pissed!  Now I have to take the three-hour glucose tolerance test.  I didn't have this problem with Jocelyn, so I've never had to do it before.  So now I have to go down to Good Sam hospital next Wednesday morning at 6:45 for the test.  I have to fast for this one (not a problem considering how early it is), but I also have to drink twice as much orange crap and have 4 blood draws over the course of the three hours.  I can only imagine how crappy I'm going to feel sitting around during that time while that sugary orange sludge sits in my stomach.  Stephen's going to go with me to keep me company, luckily.  And I think I'm going to have Jocelyn spend the night at my parents' house on Tuesday night.  I just can't see waking her up at 5-something in the morning when she normally doesn't wake up until after 8:00...it'd be a disaster.

I'm just praying everything goes well for my GTT.  It would really suck to find out that I have gestational diabetes or something.  I really don't want to have to live on nuts and berries for the duration of the pregnancy, or have to deal with any of the possible complications that can come along with GD. 

Aaaargh...I'm so pissed!

I had another appointment today.  It was uneventful--but uneventful is the best kind of appointment.

BP was fine, weight gain is good.  So far I've gained 9.8 lbs.  Three lbs. since my last appointment four weeks ago.  I've got 18 weeks left to go, so if I gain my "one pound per week" that'll put my total weight gain at 28 lbs.  I'd be thrilled if I managed to do that.  But, only time will tell.  And I'm not going to stress myself out over it--especially with Thanksgiving and Christmas in there.

Dr. E said the heartbeat sounded like a boy, which is funny since we know it's a boy.  Apparently she didn't know that though.  I asked her about circumcision.  Let me tell you how much I look forward to that.  Ugh.  Apparently they do it in their own office, sometime within a week of giving birth.  I can only imagine having to drive our few-days-old little guy to the doctor knowing what they're going to do to him.  Breaks my heart.  But she assured me that they will numb him, so thank goodness for that at least.

I go back in 4 weeks.  That'll be another regular checkup, but I also have to do the glucose tolerance test then.  When I was pregnant with Jocelyn I got to take the glucola home and drink it before my appointment.  But with this office I have to actually drink it in office and then sit for an hour.  I don't remember having any adverse reaction to it last time, so hopefully I won't this time either.  That'll be really embarrassing if I have to go puke it back up and then do the test all over again. 

That's pretty much it as far as my appointment goes.  Our little man is getting stronger each day.  I'm getting much harder kicks and jabs out of him, and much more frequently.  Jocelyn gets weirded out by it though, and won't put her hand on my stomach if I tell her that her brother is kicking.  She's happy to kiss my belly and talk to it and all that, but doesn't want to feel a kick.  Oh well.

A copy from my other blog, but definitely worth repeating...

Stephen and I decided to go for it and find out the sex. And, it's a boy! A beautiful, HEALTHY baby boy!

The ultrasound was absolutely incredible. The u/s tech was fabulous--she took lots of time explaining everything she was looking at and what she was looking for. She even added color to the screen so she could see the blood flowing from the two vessels of the umbilical cord into the baby--it was incredible! She showed us the heart and slowed it down so we could watch exactly how the heart was pumping blood through all four chambers. Absolutely amazing.

And our little man was not shy at all, unlike Jocelyn who felt the need to hide her girl parts during her u/s. I guess that's a boy thing or something. I feel like I've got a lot to learn about little boys. Can't wait for those middle-of-the-night diaper changes and getting shot in the eye with pee. Going to have to learn how to change little boy diapers for sure.

When the lady showed us the "frank and beans" shot, as Stephen loves to call it, she froze the frame and typed "I'm a boy" on it. That's how we found out. I immediately started crying. I couldn't see Stephen very well in the dark, but he said he was crying too. Jocelyn looked a bit peeved that she wasn't getting a sister...but she'll be fine.

And, most importantly, our little man looked perfectly healthy. No spina bifida, no cleft palate, no clubbed foot, no markers for any chromosomal abnormalities. All his measurements were right on--anywhere between 20w 4d to 20w 6d. He's perfect! And no placenta previa either, which is good too, of course.

We went to Babies R Us later on to buy a case of diapers for Jocelyn, and I literally started crying looking at all the adorable little boy clothes. I had to buy a couple blue sleepers for him.

I am just so, so thrilled. Truthfully I would have been thrilled either way. But it's just so neat to know that we're having a boy! It does make me a little sad to know that we may never get to use any of Jocelyn's huge collection of girl clothes...but on the other hand we now get to go shopping for boy clothes! We're so going to be broke...

Well, I've hit the halfway point.  Where on earth has the time gone?

The big ultrasound is on Thursday.  I'm getting nervous about it.  We always refuse any of the blood test screenings like the quad screen because of all the false positives.  So this ultrasound is basically our first real look at the health of the baby.  I'm just hoping and praying that everything looks fantastic. 

Still undecided about whether or not we're going to find out the sex.  I keep trying to talk to Stephen about it, and he keeps saying "whatever you want to do is fine with me,".  I just wish he would give me some sort of an opinion on it.  I really don't care if it's a boy or a girl, so I guess that's good.  Either would be fantastic. 

Just praying the baby is healthy.

I wrote this in my other blog, but thought it belonged here too...

Just some of the things Jocelyn says to me on a normal basis about the baby...

"Mommy, I want to give the baby a kiss". So I life up my shirt and she gives my belly a smooch.

"Mommy, I want to talk to the baby". So I again life up my shirt so she can say, "Hi, baby. I love you".

"I'm going to share all my toys with the baby".

"I'm going to share all my books with the baby. And I'm going to read them to the baby too."

"I'm going to share my pink blankie with the baby". That's the blanket she sleeps every night and for all her naps.

"I'm going to give the baby some milk".

"I'm going to change the baby's diapers. Even the poopy ones."

"I'm going to play with the baby."

"Is the baby coming out today?...Awww, man!".

I'm 18 weeks, and I had my appointment today.  Everything went well at the doctor's.  I had to bring Jocelyn with me, but I wasn't worried about it.  I knew she'd be fine.  And she was a perfect little angel.  She just asked lots of questions while we waited and we read some of her books.  And the nurse and doctor both gave her lots of attention, which she loved.

So far I've gained 6 lbs.  I'm very happy with that.  Though I know that it can change in no time...when I was pregnant with Jocelyn I gained 10 lbs. over the course of one weekend.  Granted, that was all water weight and was due to my blood pressure going too high, but still.  I'd really like to not gain the 40 lbs. I gained last time.

My BP was fine.  100-ish over 60-ish.  I don't remember the exact numbers.

The baby's heart rate was about 160.  Fast again.  Another girl, perhaps?

I'm feeling the baby move more and more each day.  As I'm sitting here typing this I keep feeling gentle little pokes and flutters.  It's fabulous.  Nothing in the world can compare to feeling your baby moving inside you.

My next appointment is actually the big ultrasound in 2 and a half weeks.  Then my next regular appointment is in 4 weeks, when I'll be 22 weeks along.

Wow, it's been awhile...

The second trimester is a wonderful thing.  No sickness, and I'm not huge enough to feel like a total blimp.  Life is good.

I'm feeling the baby every day at this point.  Very irregular, but just the occasional flutter or poke to let me know s/he's there.  Can't wait until those movements get more regular and Stephen will be able to feel them too.

I go for my next appointment on Monday.  I'll be 18 weeks then.

I had a checkup yesterday.  All is well.  I've gained 3 lbs so far, which I have to admit kind of surprised me because I would have guessed more (I say that as I just finished scarfing down a giant piece of chocolate cake).  My blood pressure is good.  And the doctor found the heartbeat right away.  A quick and easy appointment.

My next appointment is in four weeks, on the 30th.  And they scheduled my 20-week u/s for August 16th.  Yippee!

Last night Stephen ran up to DQ and got me an Oreo Blizzard.  It was very tasty, needless to say.  Afterwards I was just laying on the couch reading my book, and I started feeling the baby move.  A few little flutters and pokes.  I know it's still very early to be feeling the baby, but I also know what feels like a baby and what feels like gas bubbles, and it definitely wasn't gas. 

It's such an amazing, incredible feeling.  I can't wait until I feel this baby move more regularly. 

Oh yes, and I've concluded that I need to eat lots more ice cream since the baby seems to enjoy it so much.

And not much to report.  I've been feeling pretty darn good...I guess that's because I'm going to be in the second trimester soon.  Just not really sure when--14 weeks maybe? 

We told my Mom's side of the family on Sunday at a family picnic/birthday party.  So that pretty much covers everyone at this point.  Stephen sent a picture of Jocelyn in her "I'm going to be a big sister" t-shirt to the out-of-town relatives.  It's the same picture that's now on my profile, but it's kind of hard to see here.  For some reason the pictures get a bit blurry when I upload them to livejournal.  I don't have that problem with blogspot, but whatever.

My next doctor's appointment is on Monday.  I'll be 14 weeks then.  I'm seeing the doctor who delivered Jocelyn, so that's nice.  There are three doctors at this practice, and they alternate you between the three for all your appointments.  So far I've really liked the two I've seen so far.  I'm guessing this appointment will just be the standard weight and bp check, perhaps a tummy measurement, and the doppler.  Those appointments are always nice.  You don't have to shave for them. 

We're opting out of our quad-screen and cystic fibrosis screening.  We did the same with Jocelyn.  It wouldn't change the outcome of the pregnancy in any way.  I know the nurse at my old OB's office told me that in the five years she had been working there, she'd never seen a positive result on the quad-screen actually turn out to be a true problem with the baby.  Talk about a lot of unneeded stress.  And with having an u/s at 20 weeks anyway, we're just not going to do the extra screening.

Yesterday was Father's Day, and Jocelyn wore her "I'm going to be a big sister" t-shirt over to my aunt's house for our annual Father's Day picnic/Jarts tournament.  So now pretty much everyone on my Dad's side of the family knows (that's my Grandpa, 12 aunts and uncles, and about 50-ish cousins and second cousins). 

Last night I had another baby dream.  It as a girl, again.  The dream wasn't about the actual birth, but in it I went down to the nursery to find my baby.  The nursery was packed with babies, so I had to walk around trying to find the right bassinet.  It was strange that I was in the nursery though, because when Jocelyn was born she never actually went to the nursery.  But I finally found the right baby, and it was a girl.  She was very little, and had the most intense blue eyes.  While I was at the nursery, Stephen was off filling out some paperwork.  I noticed that the name "Jocelyn" was on the bassinet.  When Stephen came in, I asked him why he named this daughter Jocelyn too, and he said he just liked the name.  I told him I didn't think I wanted two daughters named Jocelyn because it would get confusing, so we should probably get another form and give her a different name.  Weird.

Well, I guess I should change my dates to match what my OB's using.  After all, that's the date they'll be using when they decide how overdue they'll let me go.  When I was pregnant with Jocelyn, my OB said she'd let me go one week past my due date.  Luckily, I went on my own 4 days after my due date and didn't have to be induced.  But anyway, since my "official" due date that I was given at my appointment last week is December 31st, that makes me 11 weeks, 1 day today. 

I've been feeling better lately.  I think I'm over the hump as far as that goes.  The end of the first trimester is in sight.  Of course, I'm not really sure if the first trimester ends at 12 weeks or 14 weeks.  You see both being used, depending on where you look.

I was very glad to make it through my friend, Jodie's, wedding this past weekend without incident.  I was very careful to make sure I ate throughout the day and stayed hydrated.  Fifteen minutes before the wedding I was shoving peanut butter crackers and orange juice down my throat to keep my blood sugar up.  I really didn't want to faint during the over-hour long ceremony.  Luckily all went well.

So now that the weddings are behind me and I no longer have to worry about sausaging myself into anymore bridesmaid dresses, I'm ready to just get fat and enjoy being pregnant.  Jocelyn's going to wear her "I'm going to be a big sister" t-shirt to our Father's Day festivities this weekend, so the cat will officially be out of the bag by this time next week.  Seeing how I've been reduced to wearing loose-fitting shirts at this point, that's probably a good thing.  I won't have to worry about people wondering why I've been getting so fat lately.  Wow, they weren't kidding when they say people show sooner during their second pregnancies.

All went well at the appointment today.  I didn't even faint during the blood draw!  Of course, the nurse made me lay on an exam table instead of sitting in a chair--but whatever.

I ended up getting a pap smear, since I haven't had one with the new office.  Now I've got a little teeny-tiny bit of spotting going on, which I'm just chalking up to the pap and the u/s.

The u/s went perfect!  The baby was moving around and the heart was beating away.  The baby is measuring 10w 2d, which is 2 days bigger than what my date would be according to my last period.  So I guess my "official" due date is now December 31st.  Stephen thinks we're getting another tax write-off this year.  I think we're getting another late baby that'll arrive sometime in January when s/he is good and ready. 

Here are the pictures:



YIPPEE!!

Well, my ultrasound is tomorrow.  I'm very excited but also very nervous.  Just praying that everything goes well.  Assuming it does, I know I'll feel much better after it's over.

I feel so fat lately.  I haven't gained any weight, but I'm so bloated in my stomach.  It makes me look pregnant.  I look pretty normal in the morning, but by the evening my stomach is huge.  I can't wear any fitted shirts because it's just so not attractive.  I can't wait to start breaking out the maternity clothes so I can be comfortable and not have to worry about my "muffin" sticking out.  That's what I call my stomach that bloats out over my pants by the end of the day.  Talk about sexy.

We've told some more people about our news.  Stephen's parents and the rest of my siblings.  We're still waiting on telling our friends and extended family for a little while yet.  I'm thinking maybe Father's Day I'll tell some more people.  We'll see.

I just wish I could fast forward through the next 24 hours and have this ultrasound behind me.

I found the heartbeat today!  I'm so, so happy!

The doppler that I ordered last week arrived this morning.  I was very hesitant about trying to use it, as I know it's still quite early and I didn't want to worry too much if I couldn't find it.  I know it's very normal to not hear a heartbeat until 10 or 11 weeks.  With Jocelyn I found it at 9 1/2 weeks.

But, I couldn't stand having it in my house and not using it.  I figured I'm pretty proficient at using a doppler, as I had lots of practice with it during my last pregnancy.  I could find her heartbeat much faster than my OB could.

So, I tried.  Couldn't find it.  Didn't really like the fact that I couldn't find it, but I kept reminding myself that it was early.

I tried again about an hour and a half later.  Still couldn't find it.  The smart thing to do at this point would have been to put the doppler away for the next few days.  But I'm not that smart.

So, when Jocelyn was napping and I had a full bladder, I tried again.  And I found it!  It was very hard to find, but as soon as I did I hit the record button on the doppler so I'd have a recording of it.  So now I can listen to it over and over again.  By my calculation, it was about 160 bpm.  About twice as fast as my own heartbeat was.  And right about where Jocelyn's always was.

Needless to say, I'm so happy and feeling so relieved.  I called Stephen at work and played the recording over the phone. 

Yay, yay, yay!!!!

Wow, it's been awhile...

Not a whole lot has been going on.  I've been feeling pretty yucky lately though.  I don't remember feeling this bad with Jocelyn.  I can't decide if I just feel worse this time around; or if it's because last time I wasn't working, didn't have a kid, and could lay on the couch all day and sleep if I wanted.

My stomach's been pretty queasy lately.  I haven't actually puked, but there have been many times where I have to stop and decide whether or not I need to run to the bathroom.  I can't seem to get it through my thick head that I need to eat something when I'm feeling yucky.  I usually feel a little better when I do.  But any other time my stomach's upset I don't eat anything to get it settled, so this morning sickness thing is really backwards for me.  And I am TIRED!  I try to nap when Jocelyn does, but that doesn't always work.

I ended up telling my parents that I am pregnant.  I kind of did it out of necessity.  I was over there on Sunday and was feeling pretty yucky.  So between that and all my bruising from my blood draws I decided to tell my mom.  She's thrilled, of course.  She's always so optimistic about pregnancy and that everything will turn out just fine--I wish I could be that way. 

My dad was on a golf trip when I told my mom.  So on Monday night we ran over there real quick to tell him the news.  My mom couldn't handle knowing and not being able to say anything to my dad about it.  He's thrilled too, of course. 

We're still waiting for a few more weeks before we left other people know.  Stephen's brother and his wife are actually having a baby today (induction) and I don't want to steal their thunder or anything.  I'd much rather let them have their baby and get home and settled a bit before we share our news. 

I also found out that one of the moms in Jocelyn's playgroup is pregnant and due a day or two before me.  So that'll be fun.

I'm kind of looking forward to just getting through today without incident.  It was on this very day, three years ago, that I had my miscarriage.  I didn't even realize that today was the 24th until I got on the computer this morning.  I know it's silly to think that something bad would happen on this day just because of the date, but I'll feel better when the day's over.

Oh, and I ordered my doppler through Baby Beat today.  I should get it in about a week, I guess, given the holiday weekend.

I got a call this morning with the results from my blood test.  The nurse called and said my results were "fine".  I asked her what the number was, and she said 52,000. 

So in two days it went from 32,000 to 52,000.  It's not exactly a doubling, but I've read that it needs to double every 2 to 3 days.  And the nurse said it was "fine".  So, I guess that's good.

I'm definitely feeling more pregnancy symptoms.  I think this is about the time I started feeling it with Jocelyn, but I didn't keep a record of it so I'm not totally sure.

I don't have morning sickness, but I just get a general yucky feeling.  I get that feeling that I should be hungry, but nothing sounds good.  And the tiredness has definitely hit me the last few days.  I need to start taking a nap when Jocelyn does. 

In the evenings I feel bloated and nasty.  I guess it's indigestion or something.  I just want to lay on the couch and do nothing.   I remember feeling like this with Jocelyn very well.  Hopefully it'll only last a few weeks.

I had to go back to the OB's office this morning for my follow-up blood draw to check my hcg levels.  My appointment was at 11:00.  I had to take Jocelyn with me, but wasn't too worried about it because it was just a blood draw.

Just a blood draw.  Ha.

So Lori the nurse saw me, and knowing I was just there for a blood draw, told me to come right on back.  I went into the little lab room where they draw blood and sat in the chair.  Jocelyn stood next to me, curious as always.  Oh, that reminds me--on the drive there I was explaining to Jocelyn that I had to go to the doctor to get a shot.  Her response: "It'll be okay, Mommy".  Too cute.

Anyhow, I'm an incredibly difficult stick.  People always seem to have problems finding a decent vein in my arm.  Especially when I'm pregnant.  I guess it has something to do with the fact that my blood pressure is lower during pregnancy or something.  Who knows.

When I was there on Tuesday, Lori drew blood from my right arm.  I don't think anyone has ever successfully drawn blood out of my left arm.  I was pretty bruised from my last blood draw, so she was extremely hesitant to stick me in the same spot.  She looked on my left arm for awhile.  Checked out my hands for awhile.  She went back and forth between my two arms.  Finally she decided she was going to stick me on my right hand near my wrist under my thumb.  And she has to use one of those butterfly clip things to do it.  So she sticks me.  And she misses the vein.  She tries to gently prod around for it, but can't find it.  So she pulls the needle out.

Now, in my personal experience of having my blood drawn, I've found that it hurts much worse when they start sticking you in the hand instead of your arm.  This was no exception.  I don't know if it's a more sensitive area or the fact that it's a different type of needle, but it stings.  And I'm not a huge fan of needles to start with, so being able to feel them poking around for a vein in a very sensitive area is never the most comfortable thing for me.

After she pulls the needle out and apologizes for missing, I immediately start to get light-headed.  I can feel myself get hot and I start losing my vision.  She has me put my head between my legs, and a couple other women come in to help out.  One runs to get me some juice and someone else puts a cold rag on the back of my neck.  At this point I can't see anything, and my hearing is very distant.  After a minute or two my vision starts to come back, and I realize Jocelyn's no longer in the room.  I asked them where my daughter was, and was told that one of the ladies had taken her out of the room to get her a sucker.  Probably a good thing.  So I'm sitting in this chair, drinking my juice and feeling like an idiot.  After about ten minutes of sitting there, they decided to move me to a nearby exam room so I can lay down for a bit. 

So now I'm laying down in a room on a table drinking my juice box, and Jocelyn's now sitting in a chair next to me eating her sucker.  After I've sufficiently rested and no longer feel like I might faint, Lori attempts to draw blood again.  But now they're going to make me lay down.  So after finally deciding on a spot to stick me, (same spot but in my left hand) she sticks me.  And misses, again.  Did I mention how much it hurts to get stuck in the hand yet?

So after two failed attempts, Lori has decided that she's done sticking me and that she was going to wait for the doctor.  So I wait for about ten more minutes on my little exam table and talk to Jocelyn, who has been an angel so far.  She's just sitting in the chair next to me chatting away.  And then she starts pooping her pants.  Fantastic.  Of course I had left the diaper bag in the car--I mean I was only coming in for a simple blood draw, right?

Now the doctor comes into the room with the nurse.  I apologize for the odor coming from my daughter, but luckily they don't seem to be too bothered by it.

Now, there's always good news and bad news about having your blood drawn by the actual doctor.  This isn't the first, second, or even third time I've had a nurse give up on my veins and call the doctor for help.  The good news is they always find the vein.  But the bad news is that they're not nearly as gentle at poking and prodding you to get to that vein.  Good times.

So the doctor goes for the back of my left hand.  She prodded around for a bit trying to get to the vein.  Finally I hear the nurse gasp and grab the empty vial and connect it to the end of the butterfly clamp.  And, finally, they successfully draw one stinkin' vial of blood from me. 

So I left the office an hour after I got there with three total needles wounds on my hands, and one stinky kid.  I can't wait to see how bruised I get.  It'll be interesting trying to hide my wounds from my mom this weekend.

Oh, and before I left, the nurse gave me my numbers from the blood draw I had on Tuesday.  Progesterone was 13.8, which they said was fine.  And my hcg was 32,000.  I'll be getting a call tomorrow morning with my results from today.  I'm praying it's somewhere near 60,000. 

And the even better news...another blood draw at my appointment in three weeks!  Yippee!  Hopefully by then my right arm will have healed enough that they'll be able to leave my hands alone.  Either way, they said I have to lay down for my next blood draw, lol.

I had my first appointment today.  It was a "pregnancy consultation" with the nurse.  It was my first time at the office, because I decided to switch OB/GYN's.  The office is brand new, and very nice.  I was impressed.  Everyone was very nice and personable, too.

The meeting with the nurse wasn't anything too special.  I peed in a cup.  The pregnancy test she stuck in it gave a quick, dark positive result...so I am indeed pregnant, lol.  She took my weight and blood pressure.  Then we went over my medical history and previous pregnancy. 

Knowing that I had a previous miscarriage and that I am very nervous about this pregnancy, she offered to do a blood test to check my levels.  They're going to check my hcg and progesterone.  I go back on Thursday for another blood draw to see if my numbers are doubling.

I was given a whole packet of pregnancy information.  A lot of the same type of stuff I looked at when I was pregnant with Jocelyn.  I even already have my hospital pre-registration forms.  I was told to send it in after my next appointment.  Seems a bit early, but whatever.

My first real appointment with the OB is on Wednesday, June 6th.  I'll be 10 weeks along then.  And I'll be getting an ultrasound--yippee!  I am so looking forward to that day.

I feel like absolute crap today.  But it has nothing to do with the pregnancy.  I'm just sick.  More about that in my other blog if anyone's really interested.

Pregnancy-wise everything is fine.  Nothing new to report.  Still the same sore nipples and slightly queasy feeling in the morning.

I had a dream last night that I was miscarrying.  I hate dreams like that.  Scares the crap out of me.  But everything is fine so far.

Tuesday's my first appointment.  Hopefully then I'll get my ultrasound date.  I can't wait until that day.

I ended up telling my sister that I'm pregnant.  She's the only other person around me that knows other than Stephen.  I'm actually really glad I told her.  Then we can talk about how I'm feeling and everything going on.  She's so, so excited.  When I told her she immediately burst into tears.  We were at my parents' house up in her room at the time, and I had to get her to pull herself back together again so no one knew something was up.

It's kind of nice that my sister knows.  Evidently my mom's convinced that we're trying right now.  She told my sister to see if she could find any clues that we might be trying.  Having my sister in on it makes it nice so I can throw my mom off the scent.  Tomorrow when we go over there for Mother's Day I plan on asking my mom where her Advil is for my cramps.  Something I've done on many occasions in the past.  But if she thinks I'm on my period, that'll buy me at least 4 more weeks.  I really, really want to surprise my parents with the news of this pregnancy.  Not that they'll be surprised by the fact that I'm pregnant, but they'll be surprised that I was able to keep it a secret for so long.

I got the "I'm going to be a big sister" t-shirt in the mail a few days ago.  It's really cute.

The other day Stephen was "complaining" that we never get to "try" for very long, lol.  Between my hormones, fear of miscarriage, and feeling like crap lately...let's just say he hasn't exactly been feeling the love recently.  He said, "we never get to try to get pregnant, we just succeed."  I thought that was cute.  Too bad for him that he's got super-swimmers and a super fertile wife.