A great deal of blood, clumps of tissue, cramping… sounds like a textbook miscarriage. Not in every case. And not in my case either, it seems.
I was dreading the first time I’d have to give myself a PIO shot. But after you get past the very loud voice in your head telling you “You’re NUTS!” it really isn’t that bad!
On the eve of my embryo transfer, I’m not thinking about tomorrow. I’m thinking about December 9, 2011, and trying my damnedest to have my own little Groundhog Day.
It’s been over a year, but I found myself back in the halls of the IVF clinic for one exciting reason: Baby. Number. Two.
Our projected family size has gone from two (just us), to three (+ puppy), to four (+ a Peanut). We haven’t always agreed, but now, we’re at an impasse. We do not agree on where to go from here.
I haven’t meant to be on hiatus. There’s a bit of poopy times going on in my world, and until it passes and I can talk about it, I wanted to share this splendid little blog entry I stumbled upon.