Just be patient and relaxed. The doctors said there was no reason why you couldn't get pregnant. Enjoy each other and try not to become too obsessed with making the baby. Enjoy the process.
I had to take fertility drugs to get pregnant with both of my children. Fortunately, it only took a couple of months with my first baby. I had been taking my temperature every morning to see when my most fertile days were. So the spike in my temperature for several days was my first clue that I was pregant. Home pregnancy test confirmed it.
I absolutely loved being pregnant. I only had morning sickness for the first tri-mester and after that it magically disappeared. I was treated like a princess by both my family and his. It was the first grandchild for both families. The only thing I had in the way of cravings was for anything lemon. I wanted my first to be a boy because I had had the little brother from hell and wouldn't wish that on any child of mine. Turns out I think it is a boy thing and doesn't matter what order they are born in, but that is another story. I told anyone who asked I only wanted a healthy baby and didn't care what it was, but I told myself I really wanted a boy. The day the sonogram told me it was a boy, I went into the bathroom and cried because it wasn't a girl. When I was a couple of weeks overdue the doc decided to admit me and induce labor. I was perfectly fine until I heard the woman next door screaming then I was ready to go home. But I didn't. The doctor came and broke my water and 6 hours later I had my beautiful little boy. The labor really wasn't hard at all and when it got kind of uncomfortable I was given a shot of demerol. Wonderful stuff. lol
About 3 years later we decide to try again. This time it took me over a year to get pregnant. My husband was not nearly as attentive this time. This pregnancy was so totally different from the first I knew that it was a girl. I was sick for almost the entire pregnancy and was not treated like a princess. Once again I went over my due date and the doctor told me to go home and drink some castor oil. Stupid me did it. Yuck. I woke up the next morning with contractions 5 minutes apart. My husband was a paramedic and on duty. It took him about an hour to get home. After bout an hour in the hospital my contractions were not progressing so they broke my water. Still didn't progress so I was put on pitocin. Run for the hills if this is suggested. Every contraction is hard and you feel like you need to push the entire time. The demerol helped, but not as much as the first time. 13 hours later my beautiful, precious daughter was born. She was worth every second of discomfort. My marriage only lasted a couple of years after she was born...seems he never wanted a second child...how could anyone not want my Chelsea.
As for names, I picked Eric for my son because it went with my german sounding last name. Chelsea just jumped out at me when I was looking through a baby name book. Oh yeah, my son is now 19 and my daugher 14.