It’s Extraordinary! Everything’s Normal!

NORMAL –

–adjective

1.  conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.

–noun

2.  the average or mean:

A word that would otherwise not be too impressive of an adjective, I will gladly, and whole-heartedly, accept now and for the next 7 months.

Here are some other words I would not mind hearing the doctor say about our baby:

average, common, commonplace, ordinary, regular, routine, run-of-the-mill, standard, typical, or usual

So we heard the baby’s heartbeat.  He / She’s working hard in there to grow and be healthy.  And Heather is doing everything right on the outside. 

We found out we are actually 6 weeks and 6 days pregnant today.  We thought we were 7 weeks 4 days… but what do we know! 

Anyway, baby is 9.4 mm long and has a heart rate of 146 beats per minute.  I’m not sure what this all means exactly, only that it is… NORMAL.

Here are some pics of the little one. 

Gender Confusion

When we first found out Heather was pregnant, I downloaded like ten different apps for the iPhone that allowed us to follow along with the pregnancy.  I use them everyday and they are very informative… sometimes too informative…  One of the apps is called My Baby Lite (because I’m too cheap to buy the full version.)

Anyway, two weeks ago I found that this app has a Gender button.   I pressed it and up came the Gender Calendar based on the Chinese Gender Table.  I followed it across until I got to the month of conception and then down until I got to Heather’s age.  It said G, for girl (obviously).  I accepted this as being what it was and thought, Well, I have a gut feeling that it will be a girl.  So this goes along with that feeling. 

I assumed the title of Chinese Gender Table was an official one so I didn’t question its authority.  That is not to say I believed it 100%, just that I thought there was only one calendar the Chinese use to predict the gender of their little ones. 

However, the other day I went online at home to show Heather the results on our computer.  I typed in, “Chinese Gender Table” into a Google search.  Clicked on the first site that showed up, and low and behold, it said B, (for boy, obviously).   In turn, this made me very excited… Heather… not so much. 

We sat with that for a night or two, but I woke up this morning thinking, If there were two different predictions from two different websites, then there must be other websites that predict, as well.

So I did a little research.  I found 10 different websites that claimed to be over 90% accurate when it comes to predicting the gender of an unborn.  Well, someone has to be lying, because the results were pretty mixed. 

Of the 10 sites, six of them predicted we would be having a Boy.  Hooray!!! 

Four of the sites predicted that we would be having a Girl.  (from behind me, Heather yells…  Hooray!!!)

Moral of the story… we just have to wait.  There are no short cuts to determining the gender of our child.  We just have to wait until the doctor tells us. 

But I’m so impatient!

I have the results here listed with a link to their websites for your viewing pleasure.  Enjoy!

Sympathy Symptoms

Am I a bad person because I am wishing illness on my wife?  I feel like I am performing Voodoo on Heather.  In my countless texts to her during the day of, “How do you feel?” or, “Feel sick?”  I sit there and hope for the response of, “Yes, Matt.  I am totally sick.  Hanging over the toilet right now!”

I keep reading all these websites about what the female is going through RIGHT NOW in her pregnancy.  Then I look over at Heather and she is completely fine.  Friends and relatives that have gone through this process say that she is a “lucky one” and “enjoy it while it lasts.”  But all I think about is, Is there still a baby in there?    I know, I’m probably a borderline hypochondriac, or maybe I have crossed over the border, but I just want to know everything is all right. 

            What has happened instead is that I have looked up so many symptoms that Heather should be having, I am starting to feel them myself.  Heather told me I was having Sympathy Symptoms.  I’m getting tired easily.  I go to the bathroom often.  My back hurts.  I crave odd foods.  I feel ill!

Hell, I’m the one who’s pregnant!

And I immediately think of that Cosby episode.  You know, the one where Cosby and his son and his two son-in-laws are pregnant?  Maybe a volcano has erupted some place and the spores got into my water.  (That’s what enabled Cliff to get pregnant in his dream.) 

But once again, it comes down to being strong and having faith that everything is going to work out.   I have to believe that every woman is different.  And just because Heather is not matching all the descriptions on WhatToExpect.com it’s all going according to plan.

“Heather, how do you feel?”

“Nauseous and tired.”

Hooray!!!  Just what I wanted to hear. 

Now how do I get rid of my Sympathy Symptoms?

In case you’re interested, I’ve included a link to the Cosby episode in reference.  It’s called, The Day the Spores Landed, and it’s a classic!

The Cosby Show - The Day the Spores Landed (part 1)

The Cosby Show - The Day the Spores Landed (part 2)

One More Thing the iPhone Can Do

It has now been 6 full weeks since Heather has been pregnant and the baby is still there.  This may seem like a strange thing to notate, but anyone who has gone through pregnancy before knows that at this early stage it is a good day if nothing really happens. 

It seems as though every time we get over one hurdle, there is another one just waiting for us to leap over.  Two weeks ago we got the news that we had been waiting on for over a year.  But once you get that news, it only opens up a thousand doors of worry.  At least that is how I am. 

My good friend, Eric, told me that I needed to be the strong one.  The husband needs to be the steadyheaded one reassuring everything will work out.  Heather is going through enough emotional and physical changes that she needs to be next to someone confident who won’t cause her anymore worry than she needs. 

            That makes sense to me and is easy to say… if you’re a normal person.  However, my father was kind enough to pass on to me at my birth his gene of Complete and Udder Worrywart.  Therefore, there has really been nothing in my life that I have gone through without the act of worrying about it. 
            So about a week after we got proof that Heather was indeed pregnant, we flew to Seattle for a friend's wedding.  Very shortly after our six hour flight we were in our hotel bathroom when she noticed that she started to spot light pink blood after going to the bathroom.  Great!  We lost the baby.  I knew we shouldn’t have flown in the first trimester.  Without another thought I immediately picked up my iPhone and started looking up anything I could on the subject.
            Bleeding during pregnancy, Spotting while pregnant, Blood after going to the bathroom while pregnant… were just a few of the search words I quickly typed into a Google search. 

“Heath… is it a lot of blood?”

“No, just a little.”

“Ok, good.  Cuz it says here that as long as it’s not “a lot” of blood… then we should be fine.” 

            Three hours later when there was blood again, the same fears came right back.  It was like we had never even read the first article.
                “Heath… is it bright red?” 

“No, just pink.”

“Ok, good.  Cuz it says here that as long as it’s not “bright” red... then we should be fine.” 

A few hours later I was looking at a different article with panic, once again, setting in. 

“Heath…, do you have any sharp pains?”

“No.”

“Ok, good.  Cuz it says here that as long as the bleeding is not accompanied by “sharp, shooting” pains... then we should be fine. 

             

So there it is... one more thing the iPhone can do.  I, of all people, hate to give unsolicited advertisement to any product, but I have to believe that if it wasn’t for this devise I wouldn’t have been able to follow Eric’s advise and act like the strong one, reassuring my wife that everything is going to be just fine.  Without it, there is no telling what my panic could have done to us.  To Heather.  To our baby. 

When we returned to New York, we had a scheduled ultrasound at our doctor’s office.  Everything turned out to be fine.  The baby is right where it should be and at normal size.  The doctor also confirmed that spotting was common in pregnancy, and that some women could spot for the entire pregnancy.  Great!

            We left the doctor’s office feeling relieved.  A clean bill of health for our unborn child and we scheduled another appointment for two weeks to hear the heartbeat. 
            Another hurdle has been leaped.  Another crisis understood.  I feel good… but what if there’s no heartbeat in two weeks? 
            Stay strong my man, I say to myself. 
            I can do that.  Everything’s gonna be fine… as long as I have my iPhone with me.

How We Got Here

    Sure, it sounds so sweet, man and woman meet, they fall in love, they get married, they have a family, they live happily ever after...
Wish it were that easy.

    My wife and I fell in love and got married thinking our natural next step was to start a family. We decided to start trying two months before the wedding (sorry Mom and Dad). But the fact that it didn't happen right away was not the worst thing in the world, because, to paraphrase Heather (my wife), she wanted to fit in to her wedding dress. As we went through the year, however, it became tougher and tougher each month when Heather got her period. (It is probably a good time to mention that Heather was 36 when we first started trying, and while you can read all sorts of literature that says having a baby under 40 is no big deal, try to telling that to a woman who, on her 37th birthday, had 7 months of unsuccessful attempts at getting pregnant.) We had 6 more months of missing the target when we finally decided to seek help.
    The first step they had us do was intrauterine insemination (IUI). Heather, who before this whole process started was deathly afraid of needles, had to inject herself with a shot of hormones in her stomach each night, for ten nights. Then we would go in for the insemination. That's when I was finally on stage. I spent 32 years of deluding the world that I was the only male who did not please himself and now here I am being told to masturbate into a cup in the next room while everybody waits for me to finish. "Do you need another magazine?" NO! I need to be alone. So, I performed my dirty business at home and then brought it into the office. This also stressed me out because we live in Brooklyn and taking my boys to the clinic in mid-town Manhattan was not a quick transfer. It would take at least 45 minutes by subway, even longer in the car with traffic and finding a parking spot. As I sat on the train I often wondered how people would react if they ever found out what I was carrying in my backpack, then again, you can never be too sure what anyone is carrying in their backpack on a NYC subway car... so all is fair game.
    I was able to get my boys to the clinic on time, being reassured by the embryologists that they can live for over 3 hours in room temperature. So alas... my one and only part to this process was done. My boys were hyper-activated and then placed inside my wife. Now it was a waiting game.
    I would look up every symptom of pregnancy in the book and swear that Heather had them. But, to our dismay, it didn't work and Heather got her period.
    We tried again. Same ten days of shots for Heather, same trekking through the underground of New York City with my own secretion for me, same every symptom matching that of a pregnant woman, but ... same result.
    Third times a charm?

    Not for us.



    We were finally ready to move on to In Vitro Fertilization Pre-Emryo Transfer (IVF-ET or just IVF). This is more intense for the woman, but the same deal for the man. Heather now had to give herself three shots in the stomach, two in the morning and one at night. And when the time came for the egg retrieval they had to give her anesthesia to knock her out.
    I did my part as previously mentioned and they were able to fertilize 4 eggs, of which 3 were healthy enough to be planted inside of her during the transfer, 4 days later.  But it was hardly just a waiting game. At this point I needed to inject progesterone oil into Heather’s backside using an inch and a half needle. Now, I’m no push over, I can watch movies with blood and guts with the best of them, but when it comes to actually doing the injection, it made me a little nervous.
    My nervousness did not seem to have a calming affect on Heather, because she was scared that she did not have control over the needle going in her anymore. Remember, this is a woman who would have rather come down with Tuberculosis than have the TB shot (not really true, but close.)
    However, when all was said and done, I did a fantastic job at playing Doctor and Heather had no complaints about me stabbing her each night. Unfortunately, as the days went by, she did start bruising, which is the one time, however, you can bruise your wife and not actually commit any crime.
    After 13 days of this routine, it was time for Heather to go in for a blood test. Leading up to this day there was a lot of anxiety. Heather “knew for sure” that it did not work. She felt the same symptoms she would normally feel before her period. I would look up everything she said she felt online to prove to here that it had worked and tried to stay positive, but on the eve of the blood test, I too was convinced that it did not work.
    Heather went for the blood test that morning and would receive a call in regards to the outcome. They were testing her human Chorionic Gonadotropin (hCG) level. If you are pregnant at all you should have a level of 5 or higher. If it is a healthy pregnancy they would expect the level to be higher than 80.
    Heather called me at work around 12:30 that day.
    “Did you find out?”
    “No, can you come down and see me for a second? I just want to talk to you before we find out.”
    I had no clue what this was about, but about a million thoughts raced through my head as I took the 2 minute stroll outside to the parking lot. I sat down.
    “My number’s 198.”
    “What?”
    “We’re pregnant!” she said as she started to laugh and cry at the same time.
    I, being in complete disbelief, said, “But you said they hadn’t called yet. And you wanted to talk to me before they called.”
    “I know. I lied.”

    It didn’t matter. All the success stories we had heard about IVF came true for us and now we finally had what we had been waiting for.

    We finally had one that stuck!