Skip to content

Pregnant until proven otherwise

March 8, 2012
Logo design by Christine Hepner at Hepner Design

My next appointment at CWRC was scheduled for October 11, 2010, when I’d have the first of three blood tests that week. The levels of pregnancy hormones in your blood are supposed to double every other day, and by Friday of that week, with luck, I’d be officially pregnant. I’d only have one more appointment after that, several weeks later, after I stopped taking the progesterone, to confirm that my body was now producing enough hormones to maintain the pregnancy without the supplements. Then, I’d be officially discharged to my own OB. CWRC no longer delivers babies.

The ten days between the embryo transfer and the first pregnancy test were like a gift, I thought. Unless you undergo IVF, you really wouldn’t know that you’re pregnant for at least a few weeks. But since I knew I was potentially pregnant, I could start preparing myself right from the start. I had been taking prenatal vitamins for months already (yuck), but now I started following all the guidelines for pregnancy: no drinking, smoking (I quit years ago, so that wasn’t a hardship), drinking milk every day (yuck), no more soft cheese or cold cuts (don’t eat them anyway, except sliced turkey occasionally), and no more caffeine! I am a coffee person. I love my coffee, but I had practiced over the last year cutting out the caffeine, especially since my blood pressure was high at times.

Now, I’m no Snooki or Schmoochi or whatever that unpleasant person’s name is, but I do enjoy my wine, and sometimes my tequila and rum, and even my vodka made into a cosmo on occasion. But other than that, I’m practically a teetotaler. Ok, I do enjoy a nice icy cold beer on a hot summer day on the beach, but that beach is nowhere near the Jersey shore, so see, I’m nothing like her. And while the pendulum is swinging back just a tiny bit to the side of “maybe a glass of red wine occasionally is ok” rather than complete abstinence, and while I completely support each woman’s right to decide for herself without judgement whether or not she will have an occasional glass of wine while pregnant, I chose not to. At least to try not to.

My husband, in an effort to be supportive, vowed not to drink in front of me if that would help. I didn’t think it would matter one way or another, and frankly, I didn’t think he could do it. Not that he is a drinker, but he does like a glass of wine with dinner. We also have a traditional Sunday afternoon cocktail hour where I make some yummy cocktails. D’s favorite is the fresh raspberry mojito. So, I decided to come up with some non-alcoholic cocktails so that we could still enjoy cocktail hour together. See recipe below.

Another big lifestyle decision: to dye or not to dye? So, as you might have guessed from my site’s name, I’m almost totally gray. I started going gray, as did my mom, around 25. Since I have very dark brown hair I began to look like the bride of frankenstein in my late 20s, so I started dyeing my hair. I don’t usually think of myself as a vain person, but I also work in an industry (IT) where youth rules and gray hair marks you as the slow antelope. I read quite a bit about the topic, and even calls it a myth that you shouldn’t dye your hair. I decided to err of the side of caution and not dye during the first trimester. Right before the transfer, I visited my stylist Tina at Jude and Me Salon. I had been dying my hair a lighter color and then having blondish highlights put on top. She advised me to go back to one color, as close to what used to be my natural dark brown. After the first trimester was over, she would use a semi-permanent color to keep the gray to a minimum. But especially towards the end of the first trimester, my gray roots were really showing. I always found that to be the big tip-off at work that someone was pregnant or trying to get pregnant, when her hair started growing out to her natural color. But in most women, that’s a mousey brown, not gray. I ended up buying what I thought was kind of a cute black knit skull cap/hat favored by hipster doofuses (doofii?) everywhere. I wore it for a couple weeks at work until I realized it just made me look like a 50-year-old-hipster-doofus wannabe. By that time, I was far enough along and I went back to Tina for the semi-permanent color. My high-risk OB never mentioned hair dye either in her list of dos and don’ts, I adopted the Irish version of “Don’t ask, don’t tell,” which is “Don’t ask, don’t hear anything you don’t want to hear,” and happily dyed away the rest of my pregnancy.

Next time: It’s true! Now what?

Thanks for following and reading! I’d love to hear your story of IVF. Please leave your comments below.

© 2012

If you’d like a t-shirt (size XL or XXL only) or a pen, email me at You pay $6 shipping thru paypal. Please comment below!

From → Pregnancy

One Comment
  1. grayhairedmom permalink

    Oh, the recipe for the “No-jito::

    Juice of about 6 limes
    Truvia sugar substitute
    Fresh Mint
    White Rum
    Club Soda

    For both alcoholic and non-alcoholic versions:

    Muddle together 2 raspberries, a few fresh mint leaves, Truvia, and some club soda. You can use a fork and a small dish to do the muddling, nothing fancy necessary.

    Fill a cocktail shaker with ice cubes. Fill two tall glasses with ice cubes. Have your husband or partner squeeze about 6 limes. (Why should you do all the manual labor.)

    Pour lime juice in shaker, add a tsp of Truvia and tear up about 10 fresh mint leaves and throw them in.

    Shake really well to dissolve the Truvia in the lime juice. Then add the muddled raspberry liquid and shake some more.

    For the non-alcoholic drink, fill one of the tall glasses half-way with the lime/raspberry mixture. Fill the rest of the way with club soda. Top with fresh mint leaves.

    For the alcoholic drink, pour two shots of rum into the remaining lime/raspberry in the cocktail shaker and shake some more. Pour into the other tall glass and top with club soda and fresh mint leaves.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: