Hey there little Nugget,
It's your already grey haired mom to be. I'm writing these posts/letters as a way to document the process of creating a you. We (your dad and I) have no idea if you'll be created by us, or if we'll have to adopt you, or how long it will take or who or what you will be. But we know that we want you. And we know that we'll love you. And it'll all work itself out in the end, I suppose.
It's been rough on me for the past year or so, because I knew I was ready for you. But our life wasn't. I was unemployed, we had crazy things going on. We lived with two roommates. I wasn't sure what was happening with me physically. And everyone, it seemed, was having a baby of their own.
But now, I have a job. Your dad has two. We have medical insurance, we have a place of our own. We're as ready as we're ever going to be. Just when we decided we were ready, however, my body decided to be difficult. So we're buckling down, and focusing. We're trying option #1 from the doctor to try to create you with a little help from science. I have been poked and prodded, and deemed worthy to carry you. So with a little help from our friends Provera, Metformin, and Clomid, we're keeping our fingers crossed that you'll be making yourself known soon enough.
Today marks the first step. The first of ten tiny Provera pills, to jump-start my cycle so I can start taking the other meds. Can you tell, kid, that this is going to be a process? I'm scared, I'm anxious, and I'm really, really excited.
I'd like to reassure you that I won't be posting anything tawdry, or anything you would be embarrassed to read about your parents. I'll keep it as PG as humanly possible. Obviously you won't be reading these entries when you're still a small nugget. You may not even read these before you have nuggets of your own. But someday you'll read them, and come to know how much you are loved and wanted. I know you're out there, and don't worry. Mom and Dad are on their way.
