I’m Travis, husband of Kelli and father of our two ‘fur’babies. This is my very first blog post. I can honestly say I never thought this would happen.
Before I get too far on this first post I feel the need to get a few things out there:
- I’ve never considered myself much of a writer. So don’t hate on my writing skills grammar police. This is just a blog
- I never thought we would be creating/writing a blog
- I never thought the aforementioned blog would be so personal and close to the heart
- I’m very excited about this blog in documenting our adventure in becoming parents
- This would have never happened if we didn’t come across a very inspirational story about the Piccolini family and their struggle with fertility issues
A special thank you goes out to Kate and Benjamin sharing their Babymaking Story on their blog. We read their story after consulting with our doctor, “Google PhD”, and doing research on clomid. If we hadn’t stumbled across it, we probably wouldn’t have even started writing about our story.
I’ve been around young children most of my life, being the oldest grandson on my father’s side, and seemed to always “have a way with kids”. As a kid I’ll never forget looking forward to becoming a father and having a family with the woman I would eventually marry. I don’t know if this is because of the way my parents and family raised me, my relationship with my young cousins, or my religious beliefs. But one thing is for sure I wanted to be father…at some point in my future of course. When I met Kelli I was pretty sure she was “the one”. Sure we had our ups and downs and took a break from each other. Before we got back together though I told her straight up, “Kelli, I’m going to marry you.” Here we are today with our happy little family, the two of us and two ‘fur’babies and looking to add a non-‘fur’baby to the mix.
I knew going into our marriage that Kelli didn’t want to start a family right away and I was ok with that, I knew that it would happen eventually…that leaves plenty of time for practice 😉 Even though we weren’t planning on starting to try for a while, in November 2012 I convinced Kelli that we should “pull the goalie” because I wanted us to know when we could actually try on a monthly basis and get on a normal schedule.
I will never forget the day that Kelli said she thought she was ready. We had been hanging out with my cousin and his wife, Jared and Amanda, that night. Let’s be honest, when Jared and I get together there are a “few” beers involved pretty much every time. Anyway we were all talking about having kids and how they were ready to start trying, which was always a hot topic when the four of us got together. So the night closed and Jared and Amanda went home and we were getting ready to go upstairs for bed. Kelli looks at me and says “I think I’m ready.” “Wwwwwhat?!?! You’re joking, that’s not funny,” I said. She said “No, seriously, I think I’m ready.” “That’s still not funny Kelli!” She was able to, um, convince me otherwise.
So we started doing our research buying supplies to ready ourselves for this wild adventure ahead of us. Believe me you, we have quite the assortment of supplies. Books, books, and more books, pregnancy clothes, a body pillow, tests, a thermometer, among other things I’m sure I’m not listing. So, we started tracking her BBT each day at the same time, but something just wasn’t right. I understand that it takes some time for your body to get on a “normal” cycle after you stop taking birth control but the first month or two, if I remember right were close to “normal”. After that, though, they almost doubled. We thought that something might not be right. So we went to the doctor and the doctor said… no more monkeys jumping on the bed.
Lol, sorry, I had to.
She said Kelli might have something called PCOS. “huh?” But she might be ovulating that very moment. So she advised us to go home, have a glass of wine (or two), do the deed, and come back for a measurement of insulin levels. Well, we did what she said and I was leaving the following week for out-of-town work so I wouldn’t be home when she got the results for the insulin test. Kelli called me soon after she heard the results from the test, she is not insulin resistant and doesn’t ovulate. Which means another round or two or three or four of tests that need to be done before we can put a bun in that oven.
She was devastated and I was heartbroken. It tore me up. I couldn’t do a thing. I was on the road, no way to be there with her, for her. The only thing I could do is try to convince her this was just a bump in the road and that we’ll get past it. Heck, it’s not even our decision anyway, the Big Man upstairs is the one running the show. We’ll have kids when we have kids.
That’s basically where we are today another round of tests coming up. I love Kelli more than anything and would do anything for her. All I want is for her to be happy, because that’s what makes me the happiest.