Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Crossing My Fingers

Strangest turn of events. I am pregnant again. This time, after hardly trying. We had talked about trying for no. 2 -- and after much deliberation, mapped out the best time to start trying. When the little guy is 8 months old? No, that's too soon. How about at 10 months. Maybe that's better. You think that's good? Don't you? You don't think that may be a little too late? I'll be almost 40 by then. Maybe 8 months is better. Yeah, maybe that's better.

Little T's eighth month came and went. And we weren't really doing much about it. Work was busy, and I wasn't looking forward to being bogged down with pregnancy slumber. Three months later, we still weren't trying. Which seemed to matter little at the time. Except that I missed the pounds that came off from breast feeding.

Now, a month after T turned one, I find myself pregnant. I hardly even kept track of my periods -- and the other day, I suddenly realized that I hadn't had my period the whole time we've been in San Diego. And we've been in San Diego for exactly one month.

So I rushed out and bought some pregnancy test sticks. And tested myself -- and was amazed to find myself pregnant. Not that I had such difficulty getting pregnant the first time around. I had more difficulty staying pregnant. But here I am -- pregnant once again.

The first thought that ran through my mind was how horribly I've been eating for the past months. Hot dogs. Daily cups of coffee. Occasional glasses of wine. Hardly any vegetables -- except bits of olives, mushrooms, and onions on my pizza. And not a single vitamin. For some reason, my diet had been worse than usual. I'll blame it on the move and my hectic schedule.

I remember reading about how spina bifida is determined during the first few weeks of gestation. And how I am low on my folic acid.

I started popping my vitamins again like an addict. I made a big vat of creamed broccoli soup -- for me, little T, and No. 2 -- which I downed along with celery sticks and carrots. I stopped the coffee cold turkey, and caught myself as I started shoving soft cheese and crackers down my throat. And warned Jeff that I would no longer be picking up bottles of pinot noir on my trips to Whole Foods.

It's time to get back on the regimen -- whatever it takes to ensure the well being of this little person growing inside of me. And cross my fingers that this one is a keeper.

17 comments:

  1. Wonderful news. I have been following you all along - all these years. I will keep my fingers crossed for your good health. So, congrats!

    Please keep writing. And keep up the openness. I don't know if a lot of people have "migrated" with you, but I am sure more than a handful have. Your blog is great - don't abandon it (or us).

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  2. Congratulations! Twice the fun! I had my #2 when I was 40. :)

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  3. That is exciting news! Will keep you guys in my thoughts.
    That soup sounds yummy - I will be craving it all day now.

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  4. This is very exciting! Good luck!

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  5. Mazel tov! Hope you're feeling well and having an easy time with it all. Keep us posted :)

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  6. Congrats! So happy for you guys. Take care of yourself.

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  7. Congratulations!!!!!!

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  8. Congratulations!!! Sending wishes of great health to you, T, #2 and your husband! I'm so thrilled for you. I had my 1st born (boy) at age 41 and my 2nd (girl) at age 43, you will be fine. Good luck and please keep us posted!

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  9. I am SOOOOO happy for you! I will keep my fingers crossed for you. I wish I were in the same boat. :)

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  10. Congratulations!!!!!! That's wonderful news. Wish you healthy & happy 9 months.

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  11. OMG! Congrats! You & no.2 will be in my prayers. I am so happy for you!

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  12. Congratulations! Sarah

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  13. Congratulations! Wangui

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