I haven't posted about it yet (let's be honest, I haven't posted at all lately), but I'm off the pill. I took my last one on May 14. I started the prenatals on May 16 (I was scared to start them for some reason, like it meant we were actually trying or something).
I was scared. I've heard stories. Stories of breakouts and terrible cramps. What if I had crazy mood swings or something? What if I suddenly stopped liking K? (I have a friend who once read a study about how the pill can make us choose partners we wouldn't normally choose. She was worried being on the pill influenced her choice in husband. In her case, it makes sense, seeing as how nobody else is crazy about the guy.)
Messing with hormones makes me very nervous. I had a bad experience when I was about 20 and my doctor switched me to a different kind of pill. It took me several months (4, maybe?) of being in a really crappy mood before my boyfriend asked if it might have something to do with the switch. (It did. When I switched back to my original kind, the world was good again.)
Obviously I did not want to go through something like that again. But considering I'd been on the pill for almost 10 years, it was time to give my body a break.
So far (knock on wood), it's a good thing. A really good thing, actually. I haven't noticed any changes with my skin. I'll find out about the cramping thing in a few days. I'm a little nervous about that, but I'll have to deal with it no matter what.
As for K? I actually like him even more. It's been a great few weeks for us. (wink wink)
My mood as a whole has been awesome. I remember when I was in high school and early college, I was always really happy. Like, really happy. In psychology class, we learned about serotonin (from Wikipedia: "a well-known contributor to feelings of well-being; therefore it is also known as a 'happiness hormone,' despite not being a hormone"), and I decided I might just have higher levels than most people. Feeling elated was a common thing for me. It was awesome.
I hadn't felt that way in a while, and I decided it was just something that had faded with my youth. Sad, but part of life. I would still get that feeling from time to time, but it generally happened around events I was really excited about -- walking around OU with ER for homecoming, getting our closest friends together for our wedding ... Normal, I know, but a change for me.
Lately, though, I feel back to my giddy self. Take today, for example: I'm in a good mood at work. That's huge for me at this place! I'm being more productive, which adds to the good feelings.
I'm hoping that these changes are attributed to letting my body's natural hormones take control. I've wondered if maybe they slip something into the prenatal vitamins to make you feel a little more giddy and lovey, which leads to activities that make you glad you took the vitamins, but frankly? I don't think that's why they're in business.
I know it's still early with this whole pill-free thing, but so far, it's freakin' awesome!
Showing posts with label Making plans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Making plans. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
We're really gonna do this ... I think
It seems K's coming around to our little family planning ... plan. While we were in PA last weekend, I overheard him telling his brother that we'll probably have a baby in the next year or two, and the next day, I heard him telling his friend's wife (that couple is K's age and has 5 kids!) the same thing.
I've still pretty much kept it a secret. I told you guys, and I finally told ER about it several weeks after I wrote the post. It's come up in conversations with Heather, who reads my blog (actually, who I know from the blog), and with CG, since she reads occasionally also.
But that's it.
My aunt asked me about it over Christmas, and I told her we'll start thinking more seriously in a year or two, but I didn't go into details. I've told people I'm not really repulsed by the idea of having kids soon anymore, which was a big enough development for these people to understand how big of a development it was (my, am I eloquent today!). Part of me doesn't want the barrage of questions to come from my very ready family, and the other part thinks it's fun to have a little secret.
But even though I haven't been talking about it much, I've been thinking more about this whole baby thing. One of my closest friends, Danielle, gave birth to her first baby -- a girl -- last week. Seeing her pictures is exciting, and I feel more ready to be in that phase myself. Not completely ready, but I have a feeling that transition will take place soon after a positive pregnancy test.
K and I have talked more about our plan. I'll finish my last pack of birth control pills in mid-May. We'll resort to other methods at that time, but we know other methods are less effective than the pill, which could mean we get pregnant immediately. (Not that there's any guarantee that won't happen before we stop with the pill.)
Timing-wise, it's kind of go-time. We know we're here in VA for another year, probably leaving sometime after Memorial Day next year (I'll be a few months from 29 by then). After that, we'll likely spend 10 months in our next location while K is in a school (approaching 30 by then). After that? Who knows. But a deployable unit is very likely, which means me ... raising a baby ... by myself ... potentially in a strange place.
This sucks, but it's kind of what we've signed on for. The price you pay for marrying a badass superhero. While I would hate to have K miss any part of our future children's lives, it's part of military life, plain and simple. Not to say that any pregnancy or birth or growing baby is less meaningful than another, but I'd love to have K be here for all of those firsts (especially since I have no clue how my body will react to this business).
We could wait until after a likely deployment, but we'd like to have a baby before I'm 30 (which is 35 for K). And while things are wrapping up in Iraq and Afghanistan, we may find ourselves at war with another country/ies in the next coming years. Or the world could just end in 2012 ... (does anyone else like making the 2012 joke as much as I do?)
So basically -- even without deployments considered -- this is as stable as we'll be for the next 2 years. And even though driving/moving halfway across the country with an infant doesn't sound like the best-case scenario, it definitely sounds better than being pregnant and/or giving birth while moving halfway across the country.
Which brings me to the next item on my mind: space. We live in a 3-bedroom home. We have a nice, spacious guest room, and I intend to keep it that way. Which leaves us with our office. Our tiny little office.
It's dark (partly because of the paint, which I love, and partly because of the size and fact there's no overhead light). It's small. It's funny-shaped -- kind of triangular.
And we'd have nowhere else to put anything in there at this time.
Which means we'd just have to throw in a crib, probably on the half-OU, half-Army wall. At least there's a nice closet in there, which would minimize the need to find room for a dresser or something.
Would we have to repaint? Would it be OK not to? Would we want to? Would it make sense if we're only looking at being there with a baby (potentially, that is) for a couple months?
Is this bad?
So much to think about!
I've still pretty much kept it a secret. I told you guys, and I finally told ER about it several weeks after I wrote the post. It's come up in conversations with Heather, who reads my blog (actually, who I know from the blog), and with CG, since she reads occasionally also.
But that's it.
My aunt asked me about it over Christmas, and I told her we'll start thinking more seriously in a year or two, but I didn't go into details. I've told people I'm not really repulsed by the idea of having kids soon anymore, which was a big enough development for these people to understand how big of a development it was (my, am I eloquent today!). Part of me doesn't want the barrage of questions to come from my very ready family, and the other part thinks it's fun to have a little secret.
But even though I haven't been talking about it much, I've been thinking more about this whole baby thing. One of my closest friends, Danielle, gave birth to her first baby -- a girl -- last week. Seeing her pictures is exciting, and I feel more ready to be in that phase myself. Not completely ready, but I have a feeling that transition will take place soon after a positive pregnancy test.
K and I have talked more about our plan. I'll finish my last pack of birth control pills in mid-May. We'll resort to other methods at that time, but we know other methods are less effective than the pill, which could mean we get pregnant immediately. (Not that there's any guarantee that won't happen before we stop with the pill.)
Timing-wise, it's kind of go-time. We know we're here in VA for another year, probably leaving sometime after Memorial Day next year (I'll be a few months from 29 by then). After that, we'll likely spend 10 months in our next location while K is in a school (approaching 30 by then). After that? Who knows. But a deployable unit is very likely, which means me ... raising a baby ... by myself ... potentially in a strange place.
This sucks, but it's kind of what we've signed on for. The price you pay for marrying a badass superhero. While I would hate to have K miss any part of our future children's lives, it's part of military life, plain and simple. Not to say that any pregnancy or birth or growing baby is less meaningful than another, but I'd love to have K be here for all of those firsts (especially since I have no clue how my body will react to this business).
We could wait until after a likely deployment, but we'd like to have a baby before I'm 30 (which is 35 for K). And while things are wrapping up in Iraq and Afghanistan, we may find ourselves at war with another country/ies in the next coming years. Or the world could just end in 2012 ... (does anyone else like making the 2012 joke as much as I do?)
So basically -- even without deployments considered -- this is as stable as we'll be for the next 2 years. And even though driving/moving halfway across the country with an infant doesn't sound like the best-case scenario, it definitely sounds better than being pregnant and/or giving birth while moving halfway across the country.
Which brings me to the next item on my mind: space. We live in a 3-bedroom home. We have a nice, spacious guest room, and I intend to keep it that way. Which leaves us with our office. Our tiny little office.
It's dark (partly because of the paint, which I love, and partly because of the size and fact there's no overhead light). It's small. It's funny-shaped -- kind of triangular.
And we'd have nowhere else to put anything in there at this time.
Which means we'd just have to throw in a crib, probably on the half-OU, half-Army wall. At least there's a nice closet in there, which would minimize the need to find room for a dresser or something.
Would we have to repaint? Would it be OK not to? Would we want to? Would it make sense if we're only looking at being there with a baby (potentially, that is) for a couple months?
Is this bad?
So much to think about!
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
I'm still pissed at you, AirTran, but thanks for the motivation
I already posted about the drama that took place once we arrived in Orlando. Believe it or not, the trip started off with even more drama.
K and I were set to fly out just before noon. Friends who were also going to the wedding from NYC left on a flight that morning that stopped in our area on its way. We had booked our flight so we would join them on that layover. We were set to arrive in sunny Orlando around 2 p.m. -- just in time to enjoy the pool.
K and I got to the airport and got checked in an hour before the flight. We picked up Chick-fil-A -- our friends' request, which we were happy to fulfill (there's no CFA in NYC, and we love the food so much that we get pumped for "CFA days"). When we checked in, the airline didn't give us tickets, telling us instead to get them at the gate. Weird, but whatever.
Except when we got to the gate, they told us the flight was overbooked. I know this happens a lot, so I didn't think much of it. Until the gate was empty, save for us and another couple, and the employees didn't seem to have any plans of letting us on that flight. We had some real Meet the Parents moments as the gate attendants spoke on their little loudspeakers even though we were the only ones there and were standing right in front of them.
We began getting nervous, so we started asking questions. Evidently none of us actually selected a seat when we booked our flight. I never do that if there aren't two together. Sometimes you have to pay extra to book a seat, and most times the people at the counter are able to get K and me seats together anyway. If not, well, I really don't care where I sit, so I figured it was no big deal.
Silly me, I had thought that when I clicked "Book Tickets," I was reserving my seat on the flight. Boy, was I wrong.
The other way around the overbooking mess is to check in online -- which, of course, is not free with AirTran -- and we never do that because I think it's ridiculous that online check-in even exists.
Anyway, you can see where this is going. Door closes. Jetway leaves. So does plane. K and I (and other couple) still at airport.
Dis. Like.
(In case you're wondering, the employees were kind enough to deliver the CFA to our friends.)
The four of us left standing were none to happy about it. To appease us, AirTran generously (whatever -- they said it doesn't cost them a thing) gave us each a round-trip ticket to anywhere AirTran flies. They booked us on a flight through Charlotte (our original flight had been direct), where we could attempt standby on two earlier flights before settling for our guaranteed seats on a 10 p.m. flight.*
Defeated, K and I went back home to wait out our layover. We watched Couples Retreat, a movie we'd DVR'd months ago. Despite two weddings and 3.5 years of marriage, K and I have still never been on a honeymoon (we had planned on going back to Destin, where we got married, last September ... but the whole oil spill nixed that trip), and the only trip we've taken by ourselves without meeting other people at our destination was a 36-hour ski trip that I spent sick (I try to time all illnesses with vacations).
When the movie showed the couples arriving at their tropical resort, I immediately teared up. I hadn't realized how badly I've been wanting to go on a nice trip together -- alone.
Only now, we have these nice little tickets to anywhere AirTran flies. The gate attendants told us their priciest flight is to Montego Bay, which can run up to $1200.
Free airfare to Jamaica sounds pretty dang good.
*In case you're wondering, our first standby attempt was successful, so we arrived in Orlando at 8 p.m. ... which is where my first post picks up. A crappy** trip, from start to finish.
**Badum ching!
K and I were set to fly out just before noon. Friends who were also going to the wedding from NYC left on a flight that morning that stopped in our area on its way. We had booked our flight so we would join them on that layover. We were set to arrive in sunny Orlando around 2 p.m. -- just in time to enjoy the pool.
K and I got to the airport and got checked in an hour before the flight. We picked up Chick-fil-A -- our friends' request, which we were happy to fulfill (there's no CFA in NYC, and we love the food so much that we get pumped for "CFA days"). When we checked in, the airline didn't give us tickets, telling us instead to get them at the gate. Weird, but whatever.
Except when we got to the gate, they told us the flight was overbooked. I know this happens a lot, so I didn't think much of it. Until the gate was empty, save for us and another couple, and the employees didn't seem to have any plans of letting us on that flight. We had some real Meet the Parents moments as the gate attendants spoke on their little loudspeakers even though we were the only ones there and were standing right in front of them.
We began getting nervous, so we started asking questions. Evidently none of us actually selected a seat when we booked our flight. I never do that if there aren't two together. Sometimes you have to pay extra to book a seat, and most times the people at the counter are able to get K and me seats together anyway. If not, well, I really don't care where I sit, so I figured it was no big deal.
Silly me, I had thought that when I clicked "Book Tickets," I was reserving my seat on the flight. Boy, was I wrong.
The other way around the overbooking mess is to check in online -- which, of course, is not free with AirTran -- and we never do that because I think it's ridiculous that online check-in even exists.
Anyway, you can see where this is going. Door closes. Jetway leaves. So does plane. K and I (and other couple) still at airport.
Dis. Like.
(In case you're wondering, the employees were kind enough to deliver the CFA to our friends.)
The four of us left standing were none to happy about it. To appease us, AirTran generously (whatever -- they said it doesn't cost them a thing) gave us each a round-trip ticket to anywhere AirTran flies. They booked us on a flight through Charlotte (our original flight had been direct), where we could attempt standby on two earlier flights before settling for our guaranteed seats on a 10 p.m. flight.*
Defeated, K and I went back home to wait out our layover. We watched Couples Retreat, a movie we'd DVR'd months ago. Despite two weddings and 3.5 years of marriage, K and I have still never been on a honeymoon (we had planned on going back to Destin, where we got married, last September ... but the whole oil spill nixed that trip), and the only trip we've taken by ourselves without meeting other people at our destination was a 36-hour ski trip that I spent sick (I try to time all illnesses with vacations).
When the movie showed the couples arriving at their tropical resort, I immediately teared up. I hadn't realized how badly I've been wanting to go on a nice trip together -- alone.
Only now, we have these nice little tickets to anywhere AirTran flies. The gate attendants told us their priciest flight is to Montego Bay, which can run up to $1200.
Free airfare to Jamaica sounds pretty dang good.
*In case you're wondering, our first standby attempt was successful, so we arrived in Orlando at 8 p.m. ... which is where my first post picks up. A crappy** trip, from start to finish.
**Badum ching!
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Before you get excited, the answer is no
I posted a status on FB last week. It was an innocent status about my sense of smell. About how strong it is.
It started when I noticed our volunteer at work reeked of Old People. I've worked with her every single week, but I'd definitely never noticed that.
The post, of course, brought comments (from friends who are mothers) asking me if I was pregnant. Considering my period had started that day, I thought nothing of it. I actually thought it was kind of funny.
And then I thought about it some more.
I've always wondered if my sense of smell is a stronger than most -- particularly when I'm running. I don't know that it's been stronger lately than usual (has it?), but at the same time, after 3 months of working with this lady (once a week), how did I just notice that she smells like moth balls?
I considered that maybe she'd pulled her sweater out of storage. That could explain things. I brushed it off. And then on my drive home, when I was on the phone with K, I felt pretty moody -- moody enough that having something like hormones to blame it on would be nice.
Then my period wound up being very short -- only a day, maybe. That doesn't happen.
Not to mention the fact I'd just gotten back from OK & TX, where so many of my friends are pregnant or new moms that you'd think there was something in the water. I did drink a lot of that water ...
And Sunday, after sleeping in (thank you, iPhone alarm failure) until 12:30, I was somehow barely staying awake watching a movie with friends at 8:00. But sleeping too much can make you too tired, and we'd had a late night on Thursday and Friday.
Last night, it was all still on my mind. Especially since I felt a little nauseous. I decided to do something I've never done: go buy a pregnancy test. I made this decision after dinner. K and I had plans to go to the gym, and I told him I needed to go to Target afterward for an errand.
Except Target was closed when we got there. I had told K I needed a new battery for my keyless entry for my car. This was true, but it wasn't an emergency. I lied to K, telling him I really needed mascara. "For tomorrow?"
"I had hoped so," I said. He left the decision on trying another store up to me. But I couldn't hold it. He knew something was up.
"Do you need ... suppositories?"
I laughed. "No!" (He told me later he picked that because he couldn't think of what I'd be embarrassed about needing.) And suddenly, I couldn't quit laughing. Through the nervous laughs, I managed to tell K the various details that led me to think I needed to buy a test. K was speechless. Almost frozen. The few words he could get out were gibberish.
As we headed toward Wal-Mart, K realized he was driving far below the speed limit. Guess he was still a bit shocked.
"It's probably nothing. I'm pretty sure I'm not. I just thought I'd check to be sure."
When we got to Wal-Mart, we wandered around the pharmacy area several times looking for the pregnancy tests. Those suckers are hard to find! K was the one to spot them first, and he came to tell me as I looked on another aisle.
Sure enough, there they were, each one in plastic boxes. There were only a few, and they sat on the top shelf in a small section next to awkward things like condoms and lube (way to keep it real, Wal-Mart!). I stopped at the end of the aisle, hesitant to approach the tests. Two other men were in the aisle (looking at things that weren't pregnancy tests, condoms, or lube). "It's OK, babe. We're married," K said.
We looked at the variety of tests. The rumors were true -- those things are expensive! And there were so many different kinds!
"Wait! I googled this on the way here," I said, reaching for my phone. Still pulled up was a page listing several different kinds of tests and what hormone level is needed to determine if you're pregnant. The early detection tests were more expensive. But since my (largely non-existent) period was last week, we weren't looking at early detection.
We settled for an ept test in the non-digital version, since it was around $12 instead of $20+ (I figured since I was pretty sure this would come back negative, why waste an extra $10?). After grabbing a battery for my keyless entry, we checked out. As we walked out of the store, we admitted that we'd both made sure our wedding rings were very visible to the cashier (actually, I usually just wear my wedding band to the gym, but I'd gone ahead and worn my full wedding set specifically because of the errand).
When we got outside, K said to me, "Can I pee on one?" Leave it to him ...
I wanted to read the directions in the car, but I worried about desanitizing the test. I didn't want to assume the two tests were individually wrapped. We got home, and I headed straight upstairs. I read the directions, and I took the test.
(THE TMI PART)
I didn't want to pee in a cup, so I went the hold-it-yourself route. The instructions said to hold it in the ... [ahem] stream ... for exactly 5 seconds. "12345!" I immediately wondered if I'd counted too quickly.
I waited the 2 minutes the test requires. I didn't look at it at all during that time.
But after 2 minutes, there was only a faint straight line instead of a plus sign. Negative.
Just to be sure, I checked it again later (and this morning, and tonight). It had been fun thinking of ways to tell K, and since we'll be heading back to Dallas for a wedding later this month, we could've told my family in person.
But at least this way, we can still follow the plan for the vitamins and such that we decided on a few weeks ago. And since the test purchase had ruined any surprise I could've enjoyed sharing with K, it'll be nice to be a little more ready later.
Before we find ourselves in that position, I'll be making a trip to Target!
It started when I noticed our volunteer at work reeked of Old People. I've worked with her every single week, but I'd definitely never noticed that.
The post, of course, brought comments (from friends who are mothers) asking me if I was pregnant. Considering my period had started that day, I thought nothing of it. I actually thought it was kind of funny.
And then I thought about it some more.
I've always wondered if my sense of smell is a stronger than most -- particularly when I'm running. I don't know that it's been stronger lately than usual (has it?), but at the same time, after 3 months of working with this lady (once a week), how did I just notice that she smells like moth balls?
I considered that maybe she'd pulled her sweater out of storage. That could explain things. I brushed it off. And then on my drive home, when I was on the phone with K, I felt pretty moody -- moody enough that having something like hormones to blame it on would be nice.
Then my period wound up being very short -- only a day, maybe. That doesn't happen.
Not to mention the fact I'd just gotten back from OK & TX, where so many of my friends are pregnant or new moms that you'd think there was something in the water. I did drink a lot of that water ...
And Sunday, after sleeping in (thank you, iPhone alarm failure) until 12:30, I was somehow barely staying awake watching a movie with friends at 8:00. But sleeping too much can make you too tired, and we'd had a late night on Thursday and Friday.
Last night, it was all still on my mind. Especially since I felt a little nauseous. I decided to do something I've never done: go buy a pregnancy test. I made this decision after dinner. K and I had plans to go to the gym, and I told him I needed to go to Target afterward for an errand.
Except Target was closed when we got there. I had told K I needed a new battery for my keyless entry for my car. This was true, but it wasn't an emergency. I lied to K, telling him I really needed mascara. "For tomorrow?"
"I had hoped so," I said. He left the decision on trying another store up to me. But I couldn't hold it. He knew something was up.
"Do you need ... suppositories?"
I laughed. "No!" (He told me later he picked that because he couldn't think of what I'd be embarrassed about needing.) And suddenly, I couldn't quit laughing. Through the nervous laughs, I managed to tell K the various details that led me to think I needed to buy a test. K was speechless. Almost frozen. The few words he could get out were gibberish.
As we headed toward Wal-Mart, K realized he was driving far below the speed limit. Guess he was still a bit shocked.
"It's probably nothing. I'm pretty sure I'm not. I just thought I'd check to be sure."
When we got to Wal-Mart, we wandered around the pharmacy area several times looking for the pregnancy tests. Those suckers are hard to find! K was the one to spot them first, and he came to tell me as I looked on another aisle.
Sure enough, there they were, each one in plastic boxes. There were only a few, and they sat on the top shelf in a small section next to awkward things like condoms and lube (way to keep it real, Wal-Mart!). I stopped at the end of the aisle, hesitant to approach the tests. Two other men were in the aisle (looking at things that weren't pregnancy tests, condoms, or lube). "It's OK, babe. We're married," K said.
We looked at the variety of tests. The rumors were true -- those things are expensive! And there were so many different kinds!
"Wait! I googled this on the way here," I said, reaching for my phone. Still pulled up was a page listing several different kinds of tests and what hormone level is needed to determine if you're pregnant. The early detection tests were more expensive. But since my (largely non-existent) period was last week, we weren't looking at early detection.
We settled for an ept test in the non-digital version, since it was around $12 instead of $20+ (I figured since I was pretty sure this would come back negative, why waste an extra $10?). After grabbing a battery for my keyless entry, we checked out. As we walked out of the store, we admitted that we'd both made sure our wedding rings were very visible to the cashier (actually, I usually just wear my wedding band to the gym, but I'd gone ahead and worn my full wedding set specifically because of the errand).
When we got outside, K said to me, "Can I pee on one?" Leave it to him ...
I wanted to read the directions in the car, but I worried about desanitizing the test. I didn't want to assume the two tests were individually wrapped. We got home, and I headed straight upstairs. I read the directions, and I took the test.
(THE TMI PART)
I didn't want to pee in a cup, so I went the hold-it-yourself route. The instructions said to hold it in the ... [ahem] stream ... for exactly 5 seconds. "12345!" I immediately wondered if I'd counted too quickly.
I waited the 2 minutes the test requires. I didn't look at it at all during that time.
But after 2 minutes, there was only a faint straight line instead of a plus sign. Negative.
Just to be sure, I checked it again later (and this morning, and tonight). It had been fun thinking of ways to tell K, and since we'll be heading back to Dallas for a wedding later this month, we could've told my family in person.
But at least this way, we can still follow the plan for the vitamins and such that we decided on a few weeks ago. And since the test purchase had ruined any surprise I could've enjoyed sharing with K, it'll be nice to be a little more ready later.
Before we find ourselves in that position, I'll be making a trip to Target!
Monday, December 13, 2010
I have to tell SOMEbody
Over the weekend, we had some more friends (acquaintances, actually) announce that they're pregnant. Afterward, we girls got to talking to her asking how she was doing, and the conversation inevitably led to the planning part. Someone started talking about prenatal vitamins and how you can take them up to 2 years before you have a baby.
I remember from several years back my doctor telling me at my annual well-woman appointment that I needed to be taking a daily multivitamin to make sure I have plenty of folic acid for someday when I have a baby. It wasn't an issue then, so I didn't pay much attention.
K got me started on GNC multivitamins years ago, and I take those most days (when I remember). I hadn't realized that prenatal vitamins could be taken so early. I definitely see K and I getting ready for (or even having) kids in the next couple years, so it occurred to me that I might ought to look into those.
And there's that whole birth control pill thing. I've been on those since I was 18. I know a few women who got off the pill, immediately got pregnant, and then had miscarriages (my mom included, which worked well for me because if she hadn't had the miscarriage, I wouldn't be here!). Sometimes those just happen, and oftentimes it's nothing the mother did to cause it. However, I can't help but think that if I can do anything to help that not happen, it's a good idea.
So yesterday I brought it up with K, slowly. I mentioned the prenatal vitamins, and how you can take them up to 2 years early. Told him I was thinking I might look into those. I've got all my GNC active women's daily multivitamins, but I could do research on prenatals and see how they differ. I could start taking those soon.
And in June, when I go for my well-woman exam, maybe I'd just not renew my pills. Just to get off them for a while before we're ready for any expansion (of the family and my belly).
I softened this proposed plan with a lot of, "Not that we'd have to do anything right away ..." and "Just so we're ready when we're ready ..."
K seemed pretty quiet. I asked him how he was taking it. He was fine with it. Unphased, even.
Looks like we have a plan!
I remember from several years back my doctor telling me at my annual well-woman appointment that I needed to be taking a daily multivitamin to make sure I have plenty of folic acid for someday when I have a baby. It wasn't an issue then, so I didn't pay much attention.
K got me started on GNC multivitamins years ago, and I take those most days (when I remember). I hadn't realized that prenatal vitamins could be taken so early. I definitely see K and I getting ready for (or even having) kids in the next couple years, so it occurred to me that I might ought to look into those.
And there's that whole birth control pill thing. I've been on those since I was 18. I know a few women who got off the pill, immediately got pregnant, and then had miscarriages (my mom included, which worked well for me because if she hadn't had the miscarriage, I wouldn't be here!). Sometimes those just happen, and oftentimes it's nothing the mother did to cause it. However, I can't help but think that if I can do anything to help that not happen, it's a good idea.
So yesterday I brought it up with K, slowly. I mentioned the prenatal vitamins, and how you can take them up to 2 years early. Told him I was thinking I might look into those. I've got all my GNC active women's daily multivitamins, but I could do research on prenatals and see how they differ. I could start taking those soon.
And in June, when I go for my well-woman exam, maybe I'd just not renew my pills. Just to get off them for a while before we're ready for any expansion (of the family and my belly).
I softened this proposed plan with a lot of, "Not that we'd have to do anything right away ..." and "Just so we're ready when we're ready ..."
K seemed pretty quiet. I asked him how he was taking it. He was fine with it. Unphased, even.
Looks like we have a plan!
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