After my first miscarriage, I decided to really focus on my health again. I had gone through a few jobs and worked weird hours, but I was at the point where I could make fitness a constant part of my routine again, so I did. Before my wedding PIIT28 got me in shape, and I knew it could do it again.
Even after the move from South Carolina to Virginia, I made fitness a part of my daily routine. I was eating healthy meals, getting in my workouts, and fitting in additional exercise by walking around the lake. Even though it was a fun Spring, it was still very hard getting used to living in a new place and not having any friends. I was still trying to understand my feelings about the miscarriage, and was biding time until we could try for a baby again. I knew we had to wait. We wanted to wait. Until Kyle and I both had jobs.
Then, it was great lights.
This time, was our time.
I began by getting an OB/GYN and getting my yearly done, then I got a family practitioner and had my physical. I wanted to make sure I was in the right shape and health.
I started tracking, getting pretty into it minus taking ovulation tests. I was tracking my CM, my cervix position, moods, symptoms, timing out when we would Baby Dance. I cut out alcohol and watched what I ate very closely. And… Nothing was happening. I was getting so stressed out tracking every little thing. Then I realized it was the stress. I backed off a bit. Still mindful now of how my body worked and I let it tell me when it was ready.
And it told me in the same big way it told me the first time. I had that overwhelming need or knowledge. This was the month. I am getting pregnant.
I took the test before a small get together at my sister in laws. Just for fun. Just in case I needed to pass on the alcohol. Holy shit. Two lines. Two freaking lines. This was it! I was pregnant again!
This is it… I’m pregnant again…