We already talked about whether or not I was ready to have a child #2. I’m still not gung-ho crazy like I was for baby #1, but babies are starting to look vaguely cute, DC has indicated that ze would be interested in having a sibling, and DH is starting to really get into the idea. Possibly we have been getting too much sleep.
Because I’m sort of ready and not really gung-ho, we’re going to do this slowly and not start fertility treatment at least for another year. I’ve got possibly another decade before it becomes impossible (unless I get Premature Ovarian Failure, which does run in the family, but probably not for another few years yet). So there’s some time. I’ve been kind of hoping kid #2 would come as a surprise after the first trimester was over, but that’s probably a foolish hope given how much my body dislikes keeping food down when enciente.
My regular doctor moved to Australia, where I understand they never have terrible horrible awful very bad days, so I signed up to be a new patient for the doctor who actually delivered my baby (since my then-OB/GYN was busy with an emergency c-section). It’s going to take two months to get a first appointment! You’d think we were living in a city… but really there just aren’t that many good OB/GYN around.
At that appointment I am going to request metformin (an insulin sensitizer) because I don’t want another miscarriage, and it may help me to ovulate. But that’s the extent of my planned intervention for the year. No OPK*s, no IUIs, no 4d u/s. Nada. I won’t even test CM and I certainly won’t chart (no angsty 2ww updates for you all). It’s probably just as well that my first appointment will be after conference season but slightly before classes. I can ramp up and get some of the metformin-based vomiting out of the way ahead of time.
I have started hardcore vitamins. Not prenatals because they make me throw up, though next time I’m in the city I’m going to see if they still make the fru-fru prenatals that didn’t make me throw up last time. But I’m not just taking a children’s chewable either. The centrum make me nauseated, but thus far no actual system removal. I’ve been alternating them with the children’s chewable every other day. It’s terrible how I can be anemic, yet my body does not want me to have iron and who knows what else. If it gets bad I’ll double up on the children’s chewable again.
In terms of $$ we might have to make some cuts… if DH doesn’t get tenure either we’re going to move for a job and make more moneys (with a higher cost of living) or we’ll stay here and it will take some time for DH to get back up to the salary he’d had before. I should get a raise with tenure but not enough to offset his salary. And we’ll be on the hook for both daycare and private school tuition. We may have to hire a lawn mowing person again as well. Who needs fancy cheese anyway? We still have 10 years left on the mortgage if we stop prepayments. It’s crazy how when I started this job I thought my salary was amazingly high, but now we need both our salaries to keep our standard of living… of course, if we’d been getting COL raises maybe we wouldn’t be feeling the pinch with these additional expenses. (And, of course, there’s saving for infertility treatment if we decide to go that route.)
I have a girl’s name picked out, but no clue on a boy’s name. I recently found out that a couple generations back, there was a Kermit in the family… for some reason that gentleman decided to go by his middle name instead.
*If you don’t know what these acronyms stand for, trust me, you don’t want to know.
So, we’re pretty happy with our lives now and there’s lots of potential change in the future. Are we crazy for not waiting? Are we crazy for not going more planned? What boys names do you like? Blogger #2 likes Max. (#1 doesn’t)