Our Birth Story

If you haven’t read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3 of Our Infertility Story, or Our Pregnancy Story…well, you may want to do that before you move on!

Our Infertility Story, Part 1 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 2 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 3 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Pregnancy Story (<—CLICK TO READ!) 

All righty. On to Our Birth Story!

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It was Friday, August 12, I was 33 weeks and 4 days along, and I went in for a routine (well, routine for me!) doctor’s appointment. They wanted to do another test to monitor the babies’ heart rates, and I also had to turn in my 24-hour urine sample for them to test to make sure I wasn’t preeclamptic. It just so happened that Jerrod had taken off work to go in with me, as I hadn’t been feeling so great that week, and he was a little concerned for me to go by myself.

After the heart rate monitoring, with everything looking great, we sat and waited for the results of the urine test. My regular doc wasn’t in, so we were seeing his partner.

In a few minutes, the doctor came in, stated everything was looking good, and that he thought we were about a week or 10 days out from a delivery. “We’re not there yet,” were his exact words.

Perfect! The nursery was almost done, I would pack my hospital bag, wrap up some household projects, and get to see the two sweetest faces in the world soon!

Just after he gave us that news, he asked us to hold on for a moment, and stepped back out.

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Our Pregnancy Story

If you haven’t read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3 of Our Infertility Story…well, you may want to do that before you move on!

Our Infertility Story, Part 1 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 2 (<—CLICK TO READ!)
Our Infertility Story, Part 3 (<—CLICK TO READ!)

All righty. On to Our Pregnancy Story!

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In January of 2016, I suddenly realized that I was late.

Well, that was nothing new. I was late pretty often due to the havoc that all the medications had wreaked on my body. I grabbed a box that had one pregnancy test left in it, just to rule out the fact that I was pregnant, so I didn’t do anything stupid, ya know?

It was about 5:15 a.m. on a Thursday morning when I took that test. I left it on the bathroom counter and went and got dressed to take the dog for a walk, and when I came back into the bathroom and grabbed the test…POSITIVE.

Um. WHAT?! No. Positive? Wait. I had to sit down. I grabbed the box to look and make sure what I saw was indeed a positive. I had never seen the positive sign before! It sure was. Wait. How old is this test?! Do these expire? I’m gonna need a brand new one. Maybe several. I can’t tell Jerrod. Oh my gosh. The dog. The dog needs to be walked.

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