I was nervous about the second blood test. Would Squeak’s number double like it was supposed to?
On pregnancy test day, I was done with the blood draw and at work by 7:30am. An hour later, my email pinged: “You have one new test result.” My hands started to shake.
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 would appear that I am very bad at self-administering pokey things and being like Valerie Plame.
I’ve made it over the first hurdle in this process — my pre-transfer ultrasound. Now my mind is swimming with statistics, and I’m terrified about making it through the next steps.
It’s human nature to fantasize about the future, especially if you want something badly and are trying to achieve it. I can’t stop dreaming about something that’s still very far away.
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.