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How it all went down

One of my dear blog friends suggested that I further explain what we did this month to get pregnant. (Besides the obvious, people. What kind of blog do you think I'm running here?) I think that's a terrific idea and I'm going to do just that.

It all began on a warm, summer day in August. The 15th to be exact. I had a period. Cycle Day 1. For those that don't know, pregnancy is actually measured from this day on. I had decided that we were taking 3 months off while Aaron recovered from his upcoming surgery and I only took my temp every now and then.

Medication wise, all I took was my prenatal and metformin three times a day. No ovulation meds, etc. We didn't do any IUI's, IVF, ultrasounds, labwork, etc. Totally unmonitored. I didn't even see my infertility doc this month. Interesting how the world works. I had written off the chance of getting pregnant this month. Apparently that was a good method.

Screw the intensive monitoring. Throw the charts out the window. Flush the pills down the toilet. Give up completely and forget all about it. This plan would probably not EVER work again, but it sure was nice.

For those who've asked, we were already pregnant when Aaron went in to surgery. Oops... No wonder I was loving the vending machine food while waiting for him to come out. Have you all had spicy cheetos? They are fantastic!

As for everything we've been through, most of it was still necessary to get here. I would not have ever ovulated if I didn't do my surgery. We're just "patiently" waiting until our ultrasound next Monday. And I'm still cheering for my little one to hang in there and grow.

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  1. Ooh, I LOVE your story! Thanks for the clarification, as I was one who was curious about the whole surgery-timing-thing!!! Congrats again, I'm praying for your sticky bean to grow, grow, grow!

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  2. I had been trying to count it up to get the timing right!! I thought maybe Moose was just a stud coming out of surgery! I'm praying for your little baby.

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  3. My birthday is August 15th!! Yay!! Praying that little bundle of joy!!!

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  4. This is such a good method and IT WORKS! We stopped trying and decided to book a trip to Mexico instead....found out we were pregnant three weeks later. :)

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  5. AWE, I wish my periods would come naturally and I ovulated like a normal girl, so I could try this method! So glad it worked for you!

    So glad I could inspire you to write this blog, inquiring minds want to know! :)

    babyparamore.blogspot.com

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