In My Tenth Week
I admit it — I’ve been cheating a little bit. When folks ask me how pregnant I am, I pad the number just a teeny weeny bit. I’m not lying. Just bending the rules a little.
The cap and gown
Seven weeks and five days. One hundred sixty four beats per minute. Two arm buds. Two leg buds. And one graduation.
Squeak’s Rollercoaster
Good news, followed by bad news. All clear followed by red flags. For someone who’s not allowed to ride rollercoasters, I sure am taking a ride on a doozy.
Clinging to Hope
A great deal of blood, clumps of tissue, cramping… sounds like a textbook miscarriage. Not in every case. And not in my case either, it seems.
The Fifteen Percent
After yesterday’s spotting stopped overnight, I started to breathe a little easier. And then the universe threw me for a very big loop.
Spotting
Five weeks and one day into this and I’m reminded that the best betas in the world do not guarantee a goddamn thing.
About Me
Hiya! I'm Lydia, aka Peanut Mom. I live in Iowa with my husband and two pretty amazing iVF babies, both the result of frozen transfers. My daughter "Peanut" is seven and my son "Squeak" is five. Here I write about parenting, life as a midwest mama, embryo donation, infertility, a sprinkling of DIY projects, and life's absurdity with a big helping of humor. Welcome!