February 13th was our transfer day. It was such a spiritual day. In the week that passed, we prayed, we hoped, we dreamed, we wished.
Infertility and expectations are difficult to reconcile. Like, I want to be so excited and hopeful, but I don't want to get my hopes too high, because getting them smushed into the dirt is harder than anything you can imagine! Our failed transfer was devastating, and I was torn this time between wanting to dance with joy and hide and forget it happened.
I was scheduled for my blood test on Friday, February 22nd.
Buuuuut on Thursday night, I may have had a leftover pregnancy test from last year....
And that was a positive!!! I was overcome with shock!! It actually worked?? All our hard work and tears was actually worth something??
Sure enough, I got the call from our sweet doctor on the afternoon of Friday, and he confirmed it! I took a video to send to our parents, but it is pretty cringey! I shouted out "now way!" when he told me, and he responded with "uh, yes way!" And then gave very dire warnings to continue my butt shots until ten weeks. Can do!
It definitely made the shots easier, knowing that it was actually TOWARD something!
We had an appointment scheduled for our first ultrasound for six weeks!!
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