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.
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.
My transfer day did not start off well. My plan to recreate December 9, 2011 didn’t work out. But things started looking up when we got some surprising and wonderful news from the embryologist.
What to do when something happens, but it isn’t enough to be a blog on its own? Combine all the mini stories into a bunch of Peanut Shorts!
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.
When faced with the prospect of sticking a 1-1/2 inch needle in my own arse, I turn into a huge coward. I need a little roundhouse-kickin’ inspiration.
The first night I spent away from Peanut wasn’t as hard as I expected. The second night, on the other hand, was awful. It all goes back to Canadian Geese. Sort of.
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.
Looking for a new job shouldn’t be a search for the right kind of health insurance.