I'm sure some of my IF-er friends can help me out on today's subject: the great progesterone debate.

To give you a bit of history..

For IVF #1, my progesterone support was just Crinone gel. I used it for 15 days, but got my BFN before I'd run out anyway, with AF following not far behind. For IVF #2, my fertility specialist told me that I'd be using Crinone gel + progesterone pessaries - and if we got lucky with a pregnancy, I'd continue the pessary support up to 10 weeks, to keep supporting healthy growth.

Well, we did get lucky, and here we are now.

I've been taking two vaginal pessaries each day, one in the morning & one at night, and being diligent about lying down for 30 minutes each time, to insure maximum absorption. It's become a comfort thing for me, knowing that there's at least something that I'm doing to try and help our little one stick around. That's all well and good, except the time has come & the pessaries are running low.

At our OB visit this past Tuesday, I asked him about it - he said that we're fine to stop cold turkey, that the placenta should be well and truly capable of supporting the baby. He also said that two ultrasounds have shown a heartbeat, and that baby is growing, so not to worry.

Ha! Of course I'm going to worry. It's what I do!

So.. here's my plan. I have enough progesterone pessaries to either go another 4 days, morning & night. OR, I have enough to last me 8 days, once a day, to get me through to 12 weeks. I'm leaning towards weaning off and having it in the mornings only, just to last that little bit longer.

Has anyone had any experiences of finishing progesterone support that they could share to make me feel better? :)

How Far Along: DOUBLE DIGITS. 10 & a half weeks, baby!

Size of baby: Baby is the size of a prune. A prune? They couldn't think of something more fun to compare it to, other than a PRUNE? I'm going to substitute it with a strawberry. Much cuter, don't you think?

We met our Obstetrician today!

He seemed really lovely, although it was a bit of a wait to see him - the appointments ran quite long. He had a new midwife starting today too, so we went to see her first.. weight, pee check, blood pressure. All ok {except ew, their scales are evil} except that I had quite a high blood pressure reading, which we'll need to watch. I personally think it was the stressful hospital car parking experience that caused it...

Dr. P had a nice chat with us, and has deemed us a regular old pregnancy with nothing to worry about. We'll have to watch the weight gain and try to keep it minimal {yes, please} but in particular, we're watching out for Gestational Diabetes. Since I'm on Metformin & have had borderline insulin levels in the past, he's going to screen me early for GD, and then again at the regular time. I'd rather be safe than sorry.

He also did a quick ultrasound scan for us, though his machine was super old and had a teeny, tiny screen. It was my first tummy ultrasound {ouch!} and we saw the baby straight away. Dr. P measured the baby as 9+4 but told me not to worry - he said he did a very rushed measurement check, and that we should stick with the 10+1 IVF date range for all intents and purposes. We'll find out more details at the NT scan in a few weeks time.

Heart was beating away quickly, and baby looks good. He was waving arms and legs around! It's hard to see, but the picture shows that his head is low and to the right, and his legs are up high to the left. Can you see the arm?

This morning I came across a lone post sitting in my drafts folder - talk about a blast from the past. I'm not sure why I never posted it back in July of last year; probably because I was in the process of recapping our wedding, and never got around to it? Maybe because things were too raw, and I wasn't really being as 'out there' about our TTC struggles? I really can't tell you.

In the spirit of ICLW week, I thought I'd share it here.. I'm sure many people can relate to the frustrations involved with TTC, wanting so desperately to have a baby, and being blocked at what feels like every step of the way.

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July 2011

This whole baby thing is hard work. And we don't even have a baby.

I knew it would be a struggle to fall pregnant. I've known for a while. I've read the books. I've researched. I've watched the documentaries. I know that my body is screwed up, and I've known about it for a while now. But even though I've had this awareness of the difficulties in conceiving, I'm really feeling it now. We've been trying for a little while, but it's different now. It's like... now that we're married and have been in the right frame of mind to seriously want to be parents now, everything is continuing to go against us. All those fears and worries are suddenly more real now - because we've gone from 'struggling in the future' to 'struggling in the here and now.'

I saw a doctor today, six months after my last check up. After the scans and the bloodwork and the lectures about PCOS and high insulin and weight gain, after the Metformin was upped, after the diet was discussed... it's pretty obvious that things aren't going to just 'happen' for us. I've been charting my ridiculous cycles for a few months now, after monitoring them for almost two years. I'm not ovulating. I have no 'average' cycle. I've been monitoring ovulation by temp, cervix, mucus and strips ... nothing is happening. My doctor told me I was silly for even trying those methods, and said that considering my high insulin levels, if I'm ovulating naturally it's a miracle.

I asked if I could go on Clomid, or another medication to help me to ovulate. That was shot down, due to my ovarian cysts. Apparently, I'm not ovulating consistently or fully - the eggs aren't releasing properly, if at all, and when they do, they are half-expelled and result in cysts. If I take any drugs to hyper-stimulate ovulation, all that's likely to happen is for me to accumulate even MORE ovarian cysts, which could hinder the process all over again.

This is where infertility sucks - everyone is so different. It's one thing to be ovulating regularly and having a regular cycle - at least then you know you're trying each month at your fertile time and nothing is working. But for me and my long and erratic cycles, I'm not even getting twelve shots at falling pregnant each year. In fact, going by my average of 55 days,we will only get 6 tries each years. SIX. When you break it down into numbers like that, adding in all of the normal 'odds' of getting knocked up, it's no bloody wonder things won't be happening anytime soon.

I've been given another time-frame, another six months to wait. I've been told to 'relax' and to eat well and to take my Metformin 3x per day. It's the same information I've heard before. As if it were easy to just drop the weight and keep it off, despite struggling with it for years now. As if I'm not trying. As if six months is no time at all. But six months we'll wait. And you know what? I'm going to continue charting. I'm going to continue peeing on sticks. Because even if it IS a miracle to be ovulating, I want to know about what my body is doing. Come December/January, I'll be putting my big girl pants on and demanding to see someone else.

To my ICLW peeps - welcome! Thanks for stopping by. You can see a bit of our TTC timeline down the right hand side of the blog main-page, but in summary.. after two rounds of IVF, we're pregnant! It feels unreal to say that, and we're still in the first trimester, but .. here we are. Wishing you the best of luck wherever you're up to in your own cycles.

So.. I'm <   thiiiiiiiis   > close to double digits. I can almost taste them!

I was starting to get really anxious about the obstetrician visit next week - what if something's happened since the 7 week scan? What if the baby has stopped growing? What if the heartbeat can't be found? What if he harps on at me about my weight? What if, what if, what if?

It's a bit silly, but I tend to be an over-thinker at the best of times, so I can't say I'm surprised that I'm worried. I'm so glad hubby is coming with me to this appointment - I'm praying the OB will do a scan so that we can see the baby, since Jase can't make it to our 12 week NT ultrasound.

So, I'm bloaty mcbloaterson right now, and it's not pretty. Being overweight to start with is kind of awkward, because I have this fear that I'll never actually 'look' pregnant, or get to enjoy the lovely baby bump experience in the same way as other people do. I'll keep on taking weekly pictures, and hope that over the coming months, the pregnancy might become a little more visible.

I took advantage of an Old Navy sale {even though forking out $40 for international delivery kind of sucks} and have ordered some nice, stretchy summer clothes. Hopefully that will tide me over for a while.

I recently bought a Doppler off Ebay. I saw some super expensive ones, and had given up on the idea of getting one - but then saw a bargain for a brand new one at $20, so snapped it up. I tried it last week and didn't hear anything.

Yesterday, in the middle of the aforementioned panic-attack about baby not being okay, I decided to try again. And... I think I found it! It's very faint, but it's under my belly roll, so I'm not surprised. Jase wanted to hear it, so I tried again - and found it in the same spot. It's under my belly button, to the left. We did it again this morning, just to be sure - and there it was. I'm breathing now. And have two heartbeats inside of me! :)

I'm having a little break from your regular 'up-the-duff' style posts today, because today is a pretty special day.

This time, 10 years ago, I was 18 years old. I was in my first year of university, I was in the process of getting my licence and becoming more independent, and I was in love with music - lots of music. It was through music that I met my {now} husband.

The first time we met was at a movie theatre. He was already inside, and I arrived with my mum. I remember walking in and seeing him sitting at a table, and oh, he was the cutest thing ever. So handsome, and so tall - and the most lovely freckles I've ever seen. I was smitten, from day one.

Here we are, 10 years later. Married - finally! Well travelled - and so lucky to be back here in Sydney with our home and our fur babies. And now, expecting a baby - I almost can't even believe it.

I'm so lucky to have spent a decade, a third of my life, with this wonderful man. Happy anniversary, Jase! x

How Far Along: Hullo, nine weeks! We're pushing on ahead...

Size of baby: Baby is the size of an olive or a grape. And, is a foetus now, apparently!

I like numbers. Especially when they make things go by faster. Here are some of our upcoming milestones:

One day until we hit 9 weeks.

Five days until Jase & I celebrate our 10-year {dating} anniversary. A decade - can you believe it?

Six days until the school holidays begin - two weeks free of work, joy!

Eight days until we hit double digits.

Nine days until our OB visit - I'm really looking forward to meeting him for the first time!

Twenty-two days until our NT scan at 12 weeks.

What are you counting down to lately?

How Far Along: I'm halfway through my 8th week of pregnancy - the start of month three. :)

Size of baby: Baby is growing into a raspberry. Apparently it'll grow by 1mm per day this week - crazy, eh?

Random & Interesting Developmental Stuff:  Here's this week's run-down:

Your baby's growth spurt continues: In the last two weeks he has quadrupled in size. As he gets bigger, his delicate facial features are becoming more refined, with his ears, upper lip, and the teeny tip of his nose all clearly visible. His eyelids will also take shape for the first time this week and his heart is growing stronger by the day.

From everything I've read on the interwebs, now's about the time that lots of pregnant women start noticing their clothes fitting tighter, or their bellies starting to protrude.

If you look at 'bump shots' of pregnant ladies, most of the time they are average sized women, who's obvious baby bump grows delightfully throughout their pregnancy. They start out small, but become more and more apparent as babyies grow and bellies stretch.

But what about people who are bigger to start with?

I have been overweight for some time now, and I can safely say that IVF did not help me in the weight department. Sure, the bloating has gone down and I feel much more human again - but at the end of the day, I have a tummy. I have excess weight. That's me.

We just don't seem to see weekly pregnancy shots of women who are plus sized. I'm sure they are out there, but they are a minority. Is it because they feel like I do: ashamed of their size, comparing their baby bellies to those of their thinner counterparts, worried they'll be judged for sharing their journey? I don't know.

All I know is that I do share that apprehension, and it's something that makes me anxious.

I want to take weekly pictures. I want to see my baby grow, visually. I want to share that with people who might not see me for some time, and to have a memento of this experience for the future. But I'm also nervous, too.