Last Monday, my husband and I were driving home from Boston. I’d performed the night before in the Boston Comedy Festival. All I knew was that I was profoundly tired and nauseated. And it wasn’t from boozing over the weekend (though, I had boozed). It was on a whole other level.
I walked in the door around noon. I knew it wasn’t the ideal time but what the heck. I’d taken a pregnancy test on Friday and it was negative. My period was due on Tuesday, the next day. And there it was. Holy crap.
I was due for my first acupuncture appointment on Wednesday. My doc hoped that it would help me get pregnant and improve the quality of my eggs. I googled him. He sounded like nothing short of a miracle worker. I was able to show up for my first appointment already pregnant. We talked for a while, he put a bunch of needles in me and I fell asleep for 25 minutes.
I took a blood test on Thursday and had the results early Saturday. Progesterone at 29.5 and HCG at one forty something. My doc said everything looked great and no need for further testing.
Today I’m at five weeks. My doc has referred me to an OB and I have a few recommendations from girlfriends who have kids as well.
Things are different this go round. I’m not bleeding, for one. My husband isn’t talking to my stomach every night though we’ve considered praying together. He is being just as fantastic if not more so than he was with our last pregnancy. I’m taking enormous prenatal vitamins that my sister gave me. I’m not doing as much hormonal eating so I feel like my weight is under control although my boobs are huge.
So, I conceived a month after my 39th birthday. Not bad.