Monday, March 05, 2007

Mmmmmm, butter pecan

A short while back, Julie wrote a post that linked to an article professing that consumption of high fat dairy products was a more productive way to be reproductive. All of those low fat yogurts and slow churned ice creams are simply stripping us infertiles of the chance to reproduce. Never mind that extra weight contributes to problems during pregnancy. No, we must nurture our wide hips. Spoon it in and make sure that it's the full fat frozen treat.

I love my ice cream. I can go from purist vanilla (vanilla bean, please...none of this artificial vanilla flavored crap) to a creamy treat loaded with yummy bits like cookie dough, peanut butter cups, or chocolate chunks. When I was being quite strict about my WW points, I would stretch the numbers with something low fat. Never fat free, mind you- those are awful. But my heart always wants the full fat stuff. Of course, we are a house that stays stocked with ice cream (and you were wondering why I might possibly need to follow WW?). Perhaps my heart is in the right place, especially if full fat ice cream is a fertility treatment. Forget the follistim, hand me some rocky road!

Or, perhaps the underlying message is that if a woman is eating full fat ice cream, she is not feeling stressed about her weight. In other words, she is "relaxing." Is this just a backhanded way for people to tell us to just relax? "Have the extra creamy lard-a-lot variety...it's like going on vacation with no worries!"

Why am I babbling on about the creamy wonder known as ice cream? Because I am stalling on the real reason for the post. The thing that I have been wanting to post but just haven't for a variety of valid and not-so-valid reasons.

I'm pregnant.

Not from eating ice cream, but from having sex. Yes, sex. Who knew? Needless to say, it was a surprise, and I have been hesitant to post for the same reasons that we have just now started telling people. The not-so-valid assumption that if we speak the works, the dream will end. I know it's crazy, but when you've been dealing with infertility for 5+ years, things like this are quite shocking and the exception to the rule.

The stats: I'm 12.5 weeks, due September 17, and had our first-trimester screening yesterday (I'll post results when I have them). I have been feeling great (as I did with Gabe), which of course contributes to the "it can't be real" sentiment. But it is real, and we are beyond thrilled.

Sorry for keeping you in the dark so long...but as friends and fellow infertiles, I hope you understand.

2 comments:

abogada said...

What wonderful news! Congratulations!

BrooklynGirl said...

Woo hoo! Congrats! For names, I hope you're considering Ben, Jerry, Baskin, Robins, Hagen, and Dazs!