When the bell buzzed, I entered the doctor’s office under a cloud of doom.
I’m finding it hard to stay sane in these early stages.
Was it only a few days? It’s felt like a whole month. My world feels turned upside down.
It’s been a while since I posted. My mind has been elsewhere. My life pulled in different directions all at once. In November, after my return from Texas, we took out another egg.
It failed to mature.
My lining was over 10 mm, which is very good. We decided to go ahead and transfer our second best Day 5 blastocyst. Let the cards fall where they may. This would be my first Day 5 embryo transfer and I had no idea what to expect.
Thank you! Thank you! I hardly posted this month while I was in Texas, yet somehow I got over 300 followers anyway. Thanks for the wonderful support. Can’t wait to work to the next milestone.
A common complaint I hear from my female friends is about their parents pushing them to have kids. That was never me. My parents knew I’d have problems with fertility since I survived cancer at the age of six. The doctors weren’t even sure if my reproductive system would ever turn on at all.
Instead of “when you’re a mother”, it was more or less “if you do have kids”. My parents hoped I could have children if I wanted them, but feared setting my expectations too high. After all, it wasn’t my fault if I couldn’t.
There was a sigh of relief among my parents and doctors when my reproductive system turned on at age 12 and worked perfectly through my early twenties. It seemed like maybe I’d defeat the odds.
Sadly, the odds caught up to me by my mid-twenties.
I have been busy getting ready to go to Texas this month. The blog has been a bit neglected (only two posts this month. This is the third!). We have a ton of gifts to bring to friends and family back home, some of which are quite delicate and need to be carefully packed.
My ten-year old suitcase finally broke. My husband bought me a new suitcase for cheap on his business trip in India, a famous Swiss-brand suitcase that is bright yellow. It’s my Swiss Cheese suitcase.
I can’t believe I’ll be back in Texas soon. And it’s snowing in places there!