Texts From My Husband: We’re Not Normal People.

I’ve decided to start a regular post series for your enjoyment called “Texts From My Husband”. It’s just a little glimpse into our weird little family. We had this conversation while sitting directly beside each other on the couch the other night:

Josh: You + Me = 10,000 babies!
Me: Will they run as fast as Kenyans? {reference this video to get the joke if you don’t already}
Josh: Faster and three will fly.
Me: Yesssss flying babies 4 eva.
Josh: And fire breathing
Me: I hope they also have dragon tails.
Josh: One will.. I think one will have gills and kill every shark in the world.
Me: What will his name be?
Josh: Strom the Shark Slayer
Me: Can we call him S3 for short?
Josh: One will be able to telepathically control all rodents.
Me: So we have a fire breather with a dragon tail, a shark slayer and a master of rodents.
Josh: And one that is a really good cook. And of course, Rose who is beautiful, brilliant, funny, and an amazing singer and also awesome at everything………….. Just like her mama>
Me: Awwwwwww.

The moral of this story is that we’re not normal people. And my husband is sweet. The end.

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Sneaking Into the 2WW

I’m fairly confident that I have ovulated. I got a + OPK on Wednesday, and theoretically you are supposed to ovulate between 24-36 hours after getting a +. DH and I have BD’ed our little butts off for the past week and a half. I think I’m going to try and get one more session out of him tonight for safety’s sake.

I’m trying really, really hard not to be obsessive over all of this. Those of you who read my blog that are TTC, or have dealt with the TTC madness will know that once you turn that fertility awareness on in your brain, it is nearly impossible to turn it off. I can say, “we’re being relaxed about this” until I am blue in the face but the bottom line is this: I know my body now, I know my cycle. I know my fertility signs, I know when my period is supposed to be due, and I can’t just “unknow” those things. The things that I have been successful in toning down on are the fact that I no longer check my CP every few hours (I’m fairly certain I gave myself a UTI a few months ago doing that), I don’t temp, and I haven’t completely changed my behavior and lifestyle just because we are TTC. I drink one cup of caffeinated coffee in the mornings, which I wasn’t doing a few months ago. Sometimes I will sip on a soda, but I usually don’t finish one. If I am not in the 2WW and feel like having a beer, I will have a beer. Sometimes, I will have a beer even if I am in the 2ww but I don’t usually have more than one.

There are plenty of women out there who get pregnant when they are drinking, intaking caffeine, etc. The first time I got pregnant I didn’t stop drinking coffee until after I found out I was pregnant. I know that having a cup of coffee a day for the week before I knew I was pregnant didn’t cause me to lose my baby. Nothing could have prevented me from losing my baby, that little one was just not ready for this world yet.

While I was getting ready for work this morning standing at the bathroom sink brushing my teeth (topless), DH came in, put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down to kiss my belly. I smiled, and looked at him and said “What was that for?” and he looked at me and said, “You know what that was for.” He wants a baby just as badly as I do. I think that we are both feeling hopeful this month, like maybe it’s finally going to be our turn. One of the good things about being on our 8th cycle of trying is that I feel like the odds are slightly more in our favor with each passing month. We are obviously able to get pregnant; we did it the last time on our first try. I geniunely believe that the main issue that we’ve come across in conceiving again is that my ovulation has been irregular, and we simply have not had enough sex. We have definitely remedied THAT this cycle, because we’ve been BDing a lot. And it’s actually been really nice; I have noticed that the more we do it, the more I want to do it whether we “need” to or not. It’s almost like we were 5 years ago when we first got together.

A few weeks ago, DH asked me if I would mind changing our first born boy name. We had decided on Levi Alexander for our first boy but he requested it to be changed to Julius (Jude) Arlen. The second name is a family name, and he stated that he wanted to use it just in case we only end up with one boy. I agreed, though I was a little disappointed. I prefer the name Levi Alexander over the other, but it’ll be OK. Hopefully we will have two boys and will be able to use them both.

Today is Friday, and I’m very happy about that! I suppose I’m going to wrap this up and try and feign some semblance of productivity. I have the bad habit of being very, very lazy on Fridays.

Let’s get it on

It’s so easy when you decide that you are ready for a baby to get caught up in all of the TTC madness. Once you come to the conclusion that you are ready to start your family, it’s like something goes off in your brain and you want to get pregnant as soon as humanly possible. Nine months is long enough to have to wait to hear the proverbial pitter-patter of little feet.

In the chaos, the obsession, the waiting and the heartbreak of TTC it’s easy to forget the reason behind all of the OPKs, the charting, the temping. You want to add to your family. You want to create a life with your significant other. You want to share your love with that person and create something wholly new and unique. It’s an amazing and beautiful thing, and I think that sometimes we lose sight of that.

For months, DH and I have only BD’ed around O time. Well, I’ve been using my OPKs for a week now with no positives yet. We started DTD about a week ago, and I’m happy to report have been very active at it even when we don’t really need to be, and suddenly I remembered something that I seem to have lost along the way.
Making love to my husband is fun.

Amidst all the craziness, the desperation to get knocked up I forgot that I love being intimate with my husband. I’ve vowed to not stress about DTD around O time so much, and just.. Do it. Making a baby doesn’t have to be stressful and tiring. It doesn’t have to take so much effort and work. My husband and I can just have fun making a baby… Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be, anyway?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still using my OPKs and BDing around the “right” times…. But somewhere down the road I lost sight of the fact that I actually love to DTD with my husband, and it’s damn well time I remember that and get back our “old” selves in the bedroom.