Here We Go Again

So Jon and I had planned on starting to try for another baby when Zoey turned two. I even had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for about a week and a half after Zoey’s birthday to get my IUD taken out. Well, apparently fate had another course for us. Last Saturday I felt really weird and got a horrible migraine (my migraines are hormonally related – I used to get them once to twice a month at very regular times) but I didn’t think much of it. I was a little crampy and spotty but I just figured it was a weird period thing and I was camping so I didn’t bother trying to figure it out.  

I went home and on Monday, took a shower and checked my IUD strings like I normally do and realized that they were about three times longer than normal. I kinda freaked out a bit and didn’t quite know what to do for a little while. I read just about everything on the internet that pertained to the topic before I came to the decision that my body was expelling the IUD. It was a holiday so I couldn’t call my doctor that day, but I called first thing in the morning and got the first appointment I could on Thursday afternoon.  

In the meantime I read more and more online. I read that most people with similar symptoms needed to have their IUD removed, which I decided I was fine with. Then I realized that I would only be able to take progestin-only birth control pills because I’m still nursing a bit. I know that those “mini-pills” don’t really work that well and have to be taken at the exact same time every day which I am horrible at. I also hated the idea of being on hormonal birth control again. I asked Jon for his opinion and he told me, “You know what I said a long time ago, we should just get [having another kid] over with” 

Fast forward to Thursday. I had read the night before about how sometimes the string length can change if you become pregnant with the IUD. I freaked out of course but still had plenty of pregnancy tests from when we were trying for Zoey so I took one in the morning and it was thankfully negative. I checked the strings again and this time they felt shorter than then had on Monday, but still longer than usual. I went to the doctor’s office in the afternoon and had quite the long wait to sit and think about what I wanted to do. My doctor was delivering a baby so I had to wait a total of 2 hours to see her! I asked about rescheduling but the next available apt was in a week and I was too uncomfortable to wait that long. When she checked it out, she said that it felt like it was in the right position and the strings measured about what they were when she put it in. She offered to do an ultrasound to check the positioning inside the uterus, but by that time I had just decided that it was too uncomfortable at that point and I asked her to remove it.

We deduced that I was having a weird cycle that somehow caused the IUD to slip down for a few days while my cervix was low and then when my cervix moved up again, it pulled the IUD up again but it just wasn’t quite the same position likely so that’s why it felt so uncomfortable. I opted not to ask for birth control because it just didn’t seem like a good plan for me with my hormone issues. I talked to Jon about it when I got home and he said that was just fine with him. We could just not specifically “try” to get pregnant until I’m ready and if it happens in the meantime, well then, my timetable was just upped a little. lol

 So now I’m hearing the OK GO song in my head, “Here It Goes Again” and wondering when I am going to start all over again. The last pregnancy, as you all know, was not the most pleasant experience at many times so I’m apprehensive to say the least. I would say that I’ve likely got plenty of time to prepare for it as it takes a bit of action that I’m not getting to get a bun in the oven, but knowing my luck and how we had to not try to get Zoey, I’ll end up prego in a matter of a few months.

 And then there’s the Cheri prediction… She said that my baby boy would be linked to August and the two kids would be about two years apart. Well, August has passed for the month of conception, but if he were to be born in August, we would conceive in November and the two would be just over two years apart. I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet, but here we go again!