This is my first attempt at an actual blog so technically my title is a little misleading. But this blog thing came from my reading Amy and David's blog as they went through their adoption process. I thought it was pretty cool so I decided to copy them.
The title Month Two refers to the second month of Operation PAKO (Operation Pop A Kid Out), aka Operation Little Dickey, appropriately named by my sister's boyfriend Ryan. Erin tends to be our biggest fan when it comes to our little project so it's no surprise that she and Ryan have come up with a name (or two) for it. This is the same girl that sent me a University of Texas onesie for my birthday back in March, before I even came off the pill. To say she's a bit anxious is an understatement. I figured that keeping a blog would be an easy way of keeping her, and everyone else, informed of the status/progress of the operation. Although, this may also be a little bit of a self-indulgent project because it is the sort of thing that allows me to indulge in my love of writing. It may not be the Great American Novel, but I'm going to try to make it as entertaining as possible, and I know it will be something that I enjoy doing.
Once John accepted his position with the Coyotes back in June we knew we would be here in Arizona for several more years so we decided it was time to think about the whole baby-making process. He was getting a little anxious about getting started on having kids because he has said that he doesn't want to be an old dad, and at 32 he felt like he was getting there. As many people know, for a long time I had been set against having kids, but things had changed. I don't know what and I don't know when, but something did. I can't explain it. I can narrow it down to after Amber had Austin and before Sara got pregnant with Mia which spans a period of a little less than 2 years between 2004 and 2006. Other than that I guess it was just a change of heart, a maturation or something along those lines. For a long time I didn't want to share John with anyone at all. Now I think I can do that.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN TOO MUCH INFORMATION FOR SOME MALE READERS. I DON'T THINK IT'S THAT BAD, BUT GUYS MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT CYCLES, ETC.
So here we are. August 2007. I began taking prenatal vitamins in June and quit taking the pill at the beginning of July, much to JB's dismay. I did give her 30 days notice though so she can't complain too much. =) But of course she still will. I visited my new Dr. on July 26 for an annual exam and to discuss that John and I were going to start trying for a baby.
Here is probably where I should back up a little bit - prior to going on the pill I had kind of irregular cycles and my hormones were out of whack and I was told that I was low in one of the hormones that is involved in getting pregnant (I can't remember if it was the LH or FSH), but anyway, I was informed that it may be a problem later on when I was trying to get pregnant. But at that stage, and that age (21), I didn't really care.
I discussed with my doctor that I didn't know what my cycle was, etc. and he said that it could take up to 10 months before I got anything resembling a normal cycle and to come back and see him if I wasn't pregnant in a year (standard time frame). He recommended Ovulation Test Kits and FertilityFriend.com as ways to help figure out when I am ovulating.
To my surprise my next period started sooner than I expected. I might actually have a 30 day cycle. But I have to see how this month goes. Of course I was a bit disappointed when it started too because obviously that meant that I wasn't pregnant, even though John and I definitely tried at what I figured were the right times. Oh well, the fact that I could possibly have a regular cycle is a start.
Back to present day. I started using the Ovulation Predictor tests last week and today it came up as positive for the LH surge, which indicates the onset of ovulation. So that means it's time for another round of kind of tiring attempts at babymaking. Don't get me wrong. It can be fun, but it can be exhausting too. And, on a side note, John and I went to the Puddle of Mudd, Daughtry, and Nickelback concert last night (P.S. It was awesome!) and didn't get back until late so we're extra tired. I did warn him this weekend though that he needed to get some rest because the particular time of the month was coming up.
So that's where we are. More to come!