Yesterday (not really–at the end of July), we went in for our first ultra-sound. They stuck the thing up there and we saw AmoebaJr. He/She was smaller than they expected–because if you don’t know, they measure a pregnancy by weeks since the beginning of the last cycle. This is because most people don’t know the date of conception. We could see a little flicker on the screen–the heartbeat. The ultrasound tech was able to isolate the heartbeat aurally. 107 bpm. We’re told this is good for the age of the critter but that it will increase as AmoebaJr grows. A couple of printouts later, we go in for “education.” Of course, we’ve been trying to conceive so diet, exercise, medicines–all that–we already have figured out. After we got home and had some dinner, it was time to make a phone call. To the only family members we could trust to keep their mouth shut and the info off of Facebook. The ones that really, really wanted us to have kids but weren’t going to push it, because they’d been there themselves. Needless to say, they were quite excited. Then today (not really, again), I found out one of my twitter buddies is expecting as well. It’s her second and our first, but we’re due right around the same time. Isn’t that kind of exciting?
This post was written 8 months before we actually made a baby. I anticipated getting pregnant right out of the gate. Not wanting to keep the beautiful flashback from you, I present the story as I wrote it originally.
I’ve been told that the best part of having kids is making them. I have to admit, there are worse ways to spend 37 seconds an evening. It’s rare when parents can plan and anticipate making a baby. MrsAmoebaMike and I have been pretty lucky and between that and some smart decisions on our part, I’m sitting here in early October writing about making babies before I know if one’s been made.
Yesterday we performed an action that may–or may not–have resulted in conception of AmoebaJr. Planning started a while ago, though. Here are the highlights…
[[hazy flashback sequence]]
GYN: *excited we’re talking about pregnancy* Have sex every other day from day 10 to day 20 in your cycle.
One of and/or both of us: Okay!
Allergist: You should really be at maintenance dose before you get pregnant.
Mrs AmoebaMike: *counts shots out on calendar*
[[fast forward to late September]]
Mrs AmoebaMike: I’m at maintenance! This is my last pack of pills. *counts to day 10 of cycle*
So yesterday was day 10 of cycle 1 off pills. *yada yada yada* And now we play the waiting game. Actually before that, we need to have sex a few more times. You know, in the interest of doing a thorough job.
Does anyone have any good stories regarding conception and/or finding out about a pregnancy that don’t involve threats or tears of sadness?
You didn’t realize it, but the world changed on July 16th. It changed for me, anyway. You could say my world changed, but that wouldn’t be enough. I just finished watching Jurassic Park and Dr Ian Malcolm, played by (pause) the, (long pause) um, (pause) the great (long pause) Jeff Goldblum, explained the butterfly effect. According to this idea, it could have been anything that sparked this turn of events.
Back to the Future‘s alternate 1985 Biff-controls-Hill-Valley, or Mr Destiny’s strikeout-turned-homerun, or any of a dozen other scenarios played out in Hollywood, describe this day.
I was standing on my toilet, and I was hanging a clock, and I fell, and I hit my head on the sink. And that’s when I came up with the idea for the Flux Capacitor…
…which is what makes time travel possible.
I put it in a DeLorean. I figured if you’re going to build a time machine, why not do it with a little style?
But it doesn’t run on regular unleaded. It needs something with a little more kick–plutonium! Which, I’m sure will soon be available at the corner grocery store, but is currently a little hard to come by.
…Oh, wait that’s not it. We have an AmoebaJr on the way!
That’s big news. In addition to the 2 furry critters we currently take care of, and the worms that eat our vegetable scraps, and the birds I feed in my backyard, we’ll have our own little bundle.
Amoebette or AmoebaJr?
AmoebaJr rolls off the tongue better, so I think I’ll stick with that for a while. At some point, we’ll know the actual gender, but it’s really pretty inconsequential for now.
Well, since I had to get the plutonium from some Libyans by promising to build them a bomb, and I instead gave them a case of old pinball machine parts, I imagine they’ll start looking for me soon. I better go for now.