Baby #2!
Holy Schnikes y’all! Yep. We’re preggers again. Here come Baby Fabre #2!!! #holycrap #ohmystars
I’m not gunna lie. This pregnancy kinds snuck up on us. Even though literally every step was scheduled. I guess going through SO much to get Campbell, Kirk & I both just assumed that Baby #2 would take awhile, too. And then God laughed.
We met with Dr. Huber back in March and said we wanted to wait until after my little brother’s wedding in May before we did our next FET (frozen embryo transfer). Back in March, May felt like YEARS away. But low and behold, it was not years away. In fact, it was merely a few weeks. A few weeks that FLEW by! Get Noah & Katie married: check! Now it’s baby making time!
I had my first appointment with the clinic the Monday after the wedding. Trigger shot was 2 days later (in the parking lot of a restaurant while at a birthday dinner for my nephew. Ha!). FET: the following week. Even Kirk said it felt like everything happened before he even realized what was going on. But we knew the plan. WE created the plan!
But we also didn’t tell anyone the plan was in motion. I mean, y’all kinda knew. Most knew it was going to happen “after the wedding”. We just didn’t specify exactly WHEN. I think maybe only 3 people knew the day of the transfer, and that was only because Campbell decided to get pink eye that week and we needed help with him. #yaytoddlers
So, why didn’t we tell anyone about the transfer date? Honestly, I’m not really sure. I just wanted to keep this one private. I guess because everything was SO public with Campbell and took SO long to actually happen, I was a little hesitant with this one. Or maybe it was a little bit of mother’s intuition. We had our transfer on May 28th. We had our first beta test (bloodwork) on June 5th. BUT. I started bleeding around June 3rd. Like, a lot. Spotting after a FET is normal. And apparently even is the amount of bleeding that was happening to me. However, being jaded from IVF, I just knew that we lost the baby. I kept thinking, whew. At least we didn’t tell anyone about the transfer. At least we don’t have to say over and over again, we lost the baby. We took a home pregnancy test the night before my first beta. Y’all, I was SO convinced it was going to be negative. Look at the surprise on my face:
Our first beta looked great. As did our second, third, and even fourth. Time for our first ultrasound. Cool. Great. Fantastic. But like, I’m still bleeding. Again, not spotting, but like full flow bleeding. Every day. At the ultrasound, Dr. Huber explained that I’ve got a subchorionic hematoma (sch for short). He can see it on the ultrasound and isn’t concerned. Excuse me? Sir. I’ve been bleeding for going on 19 days straight at this point. He tells me everything is fine and that my body is either going to absorb this little nuisance or eject it. Fun fact: there’s no telling how long that’s take. Cool, cool, cool.
Enter Day 23 of bleeding (Also referred to as 7w1d of my pregnancy): and the bleeding seems to have stopped. ::raising one eyebrow:: Ok, body. If you say so! Thanks for the relief…
Hahahaha. Just kidding: Day 26: I pass the largest blood clot I’ve ever seen in my life. At 2am. When I got up to pee for the 253x that night. While Kirk was at work. y’all. I came SO close to taking a picture of this thing. I know, I know, this is TMI for some of y’all but honestly, you’re the one reading a blog about how Kirk & I make babies, sooooo you kinda knew what you were getting yourself into.
But. The bleeding stopped. Like completely. No spotting, nothing. Did my body just reject that SCH?!
What would have been Day 28 (also, 7w5d preggers), we have our second ultrasound with the clinic. Everything still looks great and NO sign of that pesky little SCH. Fetal heart rate: 151. Our little bean is growing and doing just fine. Huge sigh of relief!
So here we are: almost 8 weeks pregnant, 2x graduates of the fertility clinic, and waiting for our first appointment with my OB.
It still feels surreal. But my nausea, exhaustion, and tender boobies tell me that I am, in fact, pregnant. Holy Cow.
Due Date: February 13, 2026 (Friday the 13th, also Mardi Gras weekend! - but I likely won’t make it this far).
We aren’t going to find out the gender again. I’m telling you. Not know the gender is life’s greatest surprise and I love it! We’ll announce the name and gender whenever Baby #2 makes their appearance early next year.
Keep the prayers coming. Being 40 & pregnant with a toddlersaurus is not for the faint of heart. But also, how blessed are we?!
