Two years ago today, Magdalena was conceived. What an awesome day huh? To get a postive pregnancy test today, would be having my cake and eating it too. But it wasn’t to be folks. I’m starting to spot and I’m pretty sure AF will be here full swing tomorrow. It isn’t over until the fat lady sings, but I can hear her doing her warmups. Maybe next month…
It’s mothers day also known as CD28 around here. FF changed my chart yesterday and said they really don’t think I ovulated on CD14, they think I ovulated on CD15. So instead of being 14dpo today, I’m only 13dpo. So we didn’t take a test this morning. I decided we’d wait and see if my period comes by Tuesday morning. Also, I can’t handle the disappointment on Mothers Day, yk? I will say that I’m feeling super sick to my stomach but thats probably because I’m writing this without my glasses and I just got up and haven’t ate.
Happy Mothers Day!
I’ve started my own cloth diapering business. The website is currently under construction but it can be found here. We are called Cloth Beginnings and we are super excited. You can view some things that are currently being sold here. If you feel like you want to support us, we welcome it! And if you win an auction with me, let me know you are a reader of my blog and you will get free shipping!
Also, if you are interested in being a tester, I currently need some help so leave me a message! 
Okay, I caved. I’m 9dpo, and I took a pregnancy test. I know everybody is holding their breath right? Well exhale because not only was it not positive, it wasn’t negative either. THERE WERE NO FREAKING LINES!!! It was a dud folks. Stupid test.
Anyways, so today I decided that I was going to do the grocery shopping for the month. I sat down, wrote out menus for the month, clipped coupons, and wrote a gigantic grocery list. I sorted the list for things that should come in bulk from Sams club and stuff that should come from my local evil mega supermarket. I also had some random things that needed to be returned.
So I packed up Magdalena and T (as a side note, why do I decide to do this when I have to lug 2 kids around? I have a death wish don’t I?) and we left. I had to pay the utility bill and drop the phone bill in the mail, but we were soon on our way out of town. We hit up the wholesale club and exited pretty quickly. I was proud of myself for getting in and out quickly and with only the things on my list. So then I moved on to evil mart.
I took the bag of stuff to the counter to be returned and the lady starts yapping about crap. Somewhere in her babbling this conversation emerged:
Her: How old is your little one?
Me: 15 months. **thinking could you please hurry the hell up, you are taking to much time.**
Her: The price of kids these days! They are expensive. Formula itself is outrageous.
Me: Well, I never use that stuff.
Her: Oh, right. Because she’s 15 months old. She can drink milk now.
Me: No, no. We never used the stuff, not even when she was a newborn.
This is apparently where I sprouted horns. The look on that her face was amazing. I had taken a picture of her, you would have all thought that she was staring at a gigantic alien. She acted like I had taken my boob out to show her! Man, I can only imagine what she would have done if she had come across me nursing Magdalena, you know a child that walks and such.
So as always, I’ve identified myself as a freak in today’s society. What’s new?
Here is the link to my chart if you are interested:
I’m sorry to say that I think I’m suffering from a bit of seasonal depression. This isn’t good, since I actually have an official diagnosis of smiling depression. I haven’t been on meds though since I got pregnant with Magdalena, and have felt really really really good. But all the cold weather returning and the TTC business has just gotten me into the dumps.
I’m officially in another two week hell wait. Things are going well. I actually ovulated ON MY OWN without the help of drugs or anything. Wowee. Even more amazing I ovulated on CD14, which is what normal people do. Wow. So I should know something in a week or so. I’m 8DPO, and I told Erich that we would not test until next Sunday, which is 14DPO and would mean my period should be here. And, how cool would it be to get a positive pregnancy test on Mothers Day? Not that I’m getting one, because I’m pretty darn sure I’m not pregnant, but hey it would be cool. I’m sure someone out there will be getting one on Mothers Day. Lucky person that one.
See, this is why I don’t update! Why do you want to hear me whine about TTC and not getting pregnant. Wah. Grow up Suzanne.
Magdalena is really growing up. Sob. She can march in place now and has added marching into her dancing. She is practically running these days and into everything. Erich said this morning it seems as if she has doubled her efforts to get into everything. She has all of her teeth for this year sans her “fang teeth” as I like to call them. Those shouldn’t come in until 18months so it will be about a month or so before they appear. Thank goodness, because although Magdalena has been super good about teething, molars were hell. EEk. Oh, and it’s official. Magdalena has been sleeping through the night since the end of March. Another growing up milestone. Sniffle.
It’s been absolutely beautiful here. Last night was the first night in over a week that it was cold and it was only about 40 degrees. I turned the heat off last Tuesday and hadn’t turned it on in over a week. This morning I turned it on for an hour or so because it was about 55 degrees in here, but once it warmed up to 70 and the sun was shining in the windows there was no need for it. It’s so nice without the heat running constantly!
Erich, Magdalena, and I spent a lot of time outside on Saturday. Magdalena and I ran errands Saturday AM and Erich went out to work in the yard. I found two great garage sales where I picked up a computer, monitor, and box of goodies to go with it for $5. This was obviously for Erich. The computer is incredibly old, but the monitor is the same one we use for the desktop downstairs, so it was a good find. And I hit up a sale that had kids clothes for Magdalena and bought her some incredibly cute outfits for both summer and fall. I got about 5 or 6 outfits for under $10. They are all Gap, Old Navy, Carters, and Hartstrings, so I’m pretty stoked about that. I’m looking forward to more garage saling to fill in the gaps of her summer and fall wardrobe! I’m currently buying 12 month clothes for summer as she’s just not starting to really fit 9-12 month stuff 18 month/2T stuff for the fall/winter. I’m lucky that she wears clothes for an incredibly long time. She’s a tiny girl, but she has gotten good use of all of her clothes. And to those of you who have given us clothes, we are incredibly grateful! She wears all of them and often I put her in something and say “look Erich, that was given to us by Beanmom or Rachel or Dani.”
Saturday afternoon we went up to mom’s house and Erich and I ended up planting 5 trees up there. Magdalena had fun planting flowers with Grammy too.
Sunday Erichs parents came over. The came over for lunch so Erich and I were up at 6am outside working on flowers and such. We planted flowers on the front porch, flower beds, and on back deck. We picked up all the crap that accumulates on the back deck and I felt incredibly happy to declutter a lot of stuff. The front and back of the house feel like a brand new place.
That is what our weekend was like. I’m headed back out in a few minutes with the girls to resume play outside after naptime. They have some chalk out there that they want to play with and T wants to help me de-leaf the front flower beds. It’s a bit chilly outside, but the sun is bright and shining and there is absolutely no reason for us to be inside! T also wants to get in the sandbox (we got that on Sunday) as she’s never been in it. I think it is a bit to windy outside though and I don’t want sand in eyes. I’m getting excited about all the reading I’ll get to do while the girls play in that sandbox this summer! It should be great.
If anyone is following along as Erich and I play the TTC Game, today is cycle day 1. Let’s here it for another January baby!
We’re around. Just enjoying the beautiful weather. Magdalena got a sandbox today! You can see a picture of her in it at the fotolog. Here are two pictures. (Everyone loves sandy baby toes, right?)
I should really stop watching “the baby story.” All those tiny little babies and mamas birthing them. I so long to have another baby and I long to nurse a newborn. I want Magdalena to have a baby brother or baby sister to play with and love on. I want her to have the companionship. It does seem that everybody who has a baby Magdalenas age is now pregnant again. And I’d be lying to say that I wasn’t just a bit bitter.
Yes I could be pregnant right this minute. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling this way.
Magdalena is growing by leaps and bounds. A few new really funny things are that she can blow her nose, she covers her mouth when she coughs, and she knows how to rub antibacterial hand sanitizer into her hands at the ripe old age of 14 months. Can you tell we’ve been sick around here?
Thought I would share these. We’re heading out to the P-A-R-K right now so more later.
We survived. Today I am super super super super super crampy? Is that supposed to happen? Has anyone experienced crampiness the day after ovulation? Seems to soon. I told Erich that something was going on in my uterus. I also said that I just hope his boys aren’t yelling “abort mission abort mission!” Now was that TMI?
Super tired. I’ll have a better update tomorrow. Okay?
Yesterday while cruising the web, I was reading about how eggs and easter came together and how eggs are a sign of fertility. Girls used to give there current interest an egg to let them know they were interested. Eggs seem to be a hot topic in my head these days. Today I am CD12 and still waiting to O. The two cycles I have used clomid on, I have ovulated on CD16. CD16 this cycle is Sunday and as many know Sunday is Easter. So hopefully my Easter Egg will turn into a tiny little baby. How appropriate that it falls on that day. Is it an omen? I’m really really hoping so, because I’d really like to get pregnant on Sunday.
While we were in the hospital, Erich and I talked about how we lacked exercise and the outdoors. So we made it a deal to get out and walk somewhere every day. We’ve been doing this and although it’s been a bit cold, it’s been gorgeous. The sun has been shining and the birds are chirping and other people are out riding bikes and generally getting ready for spring. So everyday we have some errand to run. We put our coats on and put Magdalena bundled up in to the stroller and wrapped with a blanket and take off. It’s cold but it is wonderful to have the sun on us and the fresh air in our faces. I can’t wait to get out into the yard and get some stuff done. Our crocuses are coming up and it’s wonderful to see that hint of spring, even if they will only be around for a few weeks. I can’t wait to get Magdalena outside in the yard to run around and play in the dirt. Spring is just around the corner and like everyone else, we seem to be really ready for it.
With all the puking and pooping, my period and all of its glory was shoved to the back of the burner. While I am sad I didn’t get pregnant this last cycle, it didn’t surprise me. Erich and I admitted to each other Saturday that we both were kinda thinking in our head “why would we get lucky and get pregnant the first time like we did with Magdalena?” I call that the power of the mind. Oh and the fact that we were both super stressed during the “O” time of that cycle. We all had colds and my great aunt died. And with Magdalena sick, I didn’t have the time to think and grieve about my period. I only had time to silently curse and call the nurse for a pad. (A gigantic plastic nasty pad BTW.) The next morning, I called my mom and asked if she could please bring me something since all of my cloth was at home and I really only have one days worth of cloth. (I just wash daily. I never buy more because I’m planning on getting pregnant! Then I’ll stock up on PP pads) Anyways, she was sad as I think she was pretty hopeful and getting used to the idea of another baby coming.
So by the time I got home from the hospital, we were on CD4 and ready to start Clomid the next day. On Monday morning, I did get the call from the OB and I asked for clomid. I picked up the prescription and was surprised to find 10 tiny pills instead of the normal 5. I kept thinking, “they doubled my dose?” I always thought that since I did ovulate on 50mg, that they would just keep it at 50 mg. So, starting last Wednesday and through Sunday I pumped my body full of a total of 500mg of Clomid. The symptoms were awful. And now we wait for the O.
And I guess I should mention that during the end of the last cycle, I had dreams of four positive pregnancy tests. The important part of that dream was that the tests were store bought and not the internet tests we have been using. I also had a dream that I gave birth to twin boys. And my friend had a dream that I gave birth to a baby boy. Since taking all of that clomid, I’ve had the twin dream two more times. I really think the double dose has morphed my brain. heh. So we’re all hopeful around here and Erich and I are both thinking “why wouldn’t it work this cycle?” I think we are all thinking that a Right Before Christmas Baby would be total bliss (and get me out of cooking a Christmas dinner!).
It occurred to me that most people are probably thinking that I am an over reactor. They probably thought, “sheesh, her daughter just had the stomach flu! Big deal!” Well, I was thinking the same thing until my mom of all people said “it’s a good thing you took her to the hospital when you did.” So let me paint the picture for you.
Saturday morning, Magdalena started fussing like she wanted to nurse. I moved her in the bed to nurse on a different side and as I lifted my shirt up, she puked. So I handed her to Erich to take to the tub. When I handed her to Erich, she puked all over his back. (Apparently, he now has Daddy Powers that make him immune to feeling ill over bodily fluids. Yay.) So I bathed her and brought her a new pair of PJs and got her out of the tub. Erich got in the tub at that time and while I was dressing her, she puked again. This marks 3 times in the course of about 15 minutes. So back to the shower she went with Daddy and after she got out, you guessed it!, she puked again. This continued for the next hour and a half until I finally just took her to the ER. In the fifteen minute drive she puked three or four times. It was awful. In the ER, they took chest Xrays and blood work to make sure she wasn’t housing any pneumonia. The entire time at the ER she continued puking every five minutes. She was miserable. They brought her some phenergran and she promptly fell asleep. At that time, I felt like we could go home and they agreed. My mom and StepDad met me at my house and Magdalena continued to sleep for about an hour or so. This was at about 11am or 1130. At noon, she woke and started puking again. We tried giving her some pedialyte because she was wretching and fussing. She nursed often out of choice, but immediately after unlatching, she’d vomit everywhere. At around 1pm she started with the liquid poop. She had liquid poop every fifteen minutes and in between the liquid poop she would vomit. This continued and at about 3pm I called the on call doctor. I was informed that he wouldn’t be picking up messages until 6pm, but I could speak to the ER doc since I had been there that morning. The ER called some phenegran in. We gave it to her and she slept a bit, but every time she woke up she puked and pooped. Around 8pm Erich got home (he had to do a service call on a computer) and I had already placed a call to on call doctor. So much was coming out of her, nothing was going in not even breastmilk, and she was just laying there. When the oncall doc called back, he thought that we were losing the fight. He had us bring her in as a direct admit for IV fluids. He thought we would only be there overnight and that the next day she would be “as good as new.”
Sunday morning when he came in, she wasn’t perky. She was still just laying there so he decided that we should probably keep her another day. Let me back up a bit, Saturday night she started running a fever. Her little body felt like it was on fire. I kept asking them to take her temperature. When they did, they’d take it under the arm and get numbers like 97.7 or 98.5 and said she was fine. Sunday morning after the doctor left the room, I had the nurse take it again but this time they took it in the ear. 103.7. I was furious. Magdalena was absolutely miserable and they ignored me when I told them over and over and over that she really did have a fever. They started giving her motrin and tylenol and her fever held steady at 102 to 103 all day long on both meds. This continued through the night sometimes reaching 104.1 on both meds. They eventually just left thermometer in the room with me. heh. I think they got sick of me asking to take her temp. Sunday night I put cool cloths on her back and held her all night long. She hadn’t puked, but the liquid poop was still very persistent.
Monday morning, our regular doctor came in to see us. He felt that her temperature was “impressive” and that meant a lot coming from him, as he isn’t one to get excited over fevers. He felt we needed to stay in and keep an eye on her fever and keep her fluids going since the fever was so high with meds. I also asked for a clear fluids diet to be started.
By Monday evening, she was feeling a bit better but still pretty mellow. She played with me for about an hour that night, which made me feel good. By Tuesday morning, when Dr. S got there, I had already packed up our stuff and was ready to go home! She was holding down fluids and I think we both needed the comforts of home. He agreed and that ended our very first hospital visit (and hopefully our last!).
Magdalena wanted me to thank you all for the well wishes. The stay was uneventful, but having worked in a hospital, some things really ticked me off. I’m so glad to be home, though we are still dealing with some nastiness associated with the illness. And since coming home from the hospital, M has become really really really clingy, but she is getting back to her old self by the day.
