sit right back and i'll tell you a tale (part 1)

SO... I guess some of you saw the big news in our last post announcing the presence of a 4th family member, currently residing in-utero until September, God-willing. Despite what the movies/tv/cautionary tales will tell you, it really isn't that easy to just get pregnant whenever you want, and that sometimes even when you do you just can't enjoy it for fear of disaster. About a year ago, we decided it was time to give Henry a sibling. I went to the DR, got checked out, and fully expected to be back in a couple of months for my first OB check-up. Well.. not exactly. July went by, September, November... We realized that something was definitely awry. I went to my doctor after a 45 day cycle and after several appointments, blood tests, and an ultrasound I was diagnosed with PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), which causes infertility in many, many women. I was alternately dismayed and relieved by this news - dismayed at the possibility that we couldn't conceive on our own but relieved because at least we knew something was wrong that could maybe be treated. I was given a prescription for Clomid, a drug that stimulates the ovaries to properly release an egg (often more than one!) and instructions to wait 5 weeks to start taking it on day 5 of my next cycle.

Well, the weeks dragged by... we hemmed and hawed over whether or not we should take this medicine - could we handle twins (or more)? Is this messing with God's plan for our family? It was agonizing. I had finally made up my mind to try the Clomid. It was about 5 weeks later when I was to start progesterone to throw my cycle into gear. I decided that I'd better do a pregnancy test to be absolutely sure that it was okay to start this medicine. It was January 10. This is what happened:

Ummm... what?!?

... to be continued...