A year ago...

I meant to post this on January 26, but between Andrew being sick and my computer being defiant, I never got to around to doing so.

January 26, 2009 was a very emotional anniversary for me. It marked one year since the beginning of my last menstrual period. It marked the beginning of the cycle I finally became pregnant and stayed pregnant on. However, I didn't know it at the time and seeing another cycle come devastated me. I should have been almost in my second trimester with the child I lost. I was heartbroken that yet another cycle passed without a positive test. It was cycle #17 since we began trying to conceive.

January 28, 2008 was the day I called my OB and asked him if we could restart the infertility testing we began on the October cycle I became pregnant on, and subsequently lost. I clearly remember him telling me that since I became pregnant, further tests wouldn't tell us too much since we knew I could get pregnant. Instead he gave me a prescription for Clomid that he wanted to test for a cycle to see how it made me ovulate.

And now, a year after entering yet another cycle with SUCH despair, I have my precious little boy sitting beside me chattering away and grinning like crazy.

What a difference a year makes.

Andrew loves his Christmas gift

And Momma has issues holding the camera still. In my defense, nearly six months after buying it, I am still figuring out how to use the silly thing because before Andy was born we never used it and since he's been born Daddy's mostly been monopolizing it. :-)

My how you've grown!

Andrew had his second well baby check-up today. I have to say that I LOVE our pediatrician (who is actually a family practitioner)! He is very respectful of our parenting decisions and, while he informed us of what he usually does at an 8 week check-up, but said, "I completely respect whatever your wishes are and always default to the parents' choices." I love the fact there is NO pressure to follow the mainstream.

Andrew weighed in at 9 lb 1 oz and 24 inches. He is in the 90th percentile for his height, but only the 10th percentile for his weight. Apparently we have a long, lean bean! The doctor said as long as I am nursing on demand and there is some growth, he isn't concerned about where he falls on the charts.

Also, my brilliant son decided to show off some of his favorite tricks and charmed the doctor by smiling, babbling, holding his head up strongly for the entire visit and bearing down on his legs. Needless to say, our doctor was thrilled with him and says he is "very bright".

No more appointments until March! Can't wait to see how much more he has grown by then!