The date was September 6, 2011. It was the day after Labour day, here in lovely Canada, and with my son at daycare and my husband at work, I was pregnant and due Sept 7, 2011. Of course this due date was based on my "dates". I had had 2 ultrasounds which gave the dates of Sept 6 and Sept 8 as due dates as well. Frankly, these dates were close enough to the date based on biology, that it did not really matter. I must rewind a bit.
It was December 2010. I had a difficult time at work in November and December 2010 and was feeling the pressure after completing my Masters Degree, to grow and challenge myself, and was beginning to seek new employment opportunities. We knew we wanted more kids (our son was born in August 2008) and due to my biology and previous need for a doctors assistance, we had decided that we would begin to "try". I had trouble with this because I was looking for a new job and who would hire me only to see me leave for a maternity leave. Well, I had to agree with my hubby - if we needed a doctors help, better to get at it sooner than later.
So I notified my doctor in November 2010 of our plans. This was so she could document it and then in 6 months when we had been unsuccessful and based on my history, she would make the referral. I can still remember sitting in the doctor's office and chatting with her about it. Little did I know, the plan was different.
I won't get to graphic but then we got started. Work was terribly stressful and although we had agreed to start this part of our life again, the mood was just not right. I had completely written off December and went on my merry way.
I was training for a 10 km run at the end of the month and was up daily at 5am (yes, I am crazy but I love running) to be at the gym and maintain my routine. I had focus and was attempting to beat my time from April 2010 when I ran a 10 km race but did it in 1 hr and 17 mins. Run Run Run!
Because of the difficulty we had in conceiving our son, I also keep track of my cycles. I mark them on a calendar, keep notes, and so on, as this helps me in planning. Yes, I am a planner! I knew that my friend was due to arrive on Dec 28 and this was 3 days before my run. I stayed positive that the fourth day of cramping, bloating and feelings awful would not impact my running and held out hope that my body would be calm and ready to race.
However, my Dec 31, 2010, my friend had not arrived. This is generally not a problem as I can be anywhere from 28-31 days depending on my body and stress. However, I had other "symptoms". I woke up the day of the race early to go to the bathroom. I knew I had a test and went to get it. It had not expired, so I took it.
OH MY GOD!
My husband was still sleeping upstairs in bed when I took this test. I took the test and headed back upstairs. I entered our room and asked my husband if he was awake? "Yes", was his response.
I took the test and tossed it at him and said, "good cause you are gonna be a dad again."
He bolted upright, fumbled for the test, turned on the lights and said, "really".
So much for my thoughts about December not being the month. The first month actually of trying but then due to other issues, thinking we had missed the mark. I suppose my body and my universe knew better. Girl Power.
We raced to the computer and checked and based on dates, I would be due Sept 7, 2011. Let the fun begin!!
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