My previous post was all about tests, specifically the trisomy 3. As a quick refresher I refused the test but my insurance carrier came back and said in order for them to cover my sonograms I would have to have … Continue reading
Oh my gosh the signs. You can over-read the signs until you are breathless. On the evening I was supposed to do my trigger shot, I opened the pre-filled needle and it was empty! Empty! Was this my sign that maybe we shouldn’t be doing this again?
Luckily, that was my one and only break down, which was a long time coming and my doctor got it all squared away. Miraculously he was able to issue me a substitute with the supplies I had until I got to his office the next day. I spent 3 hours in his office waiting for my new meds.
This hiccup pushed our schedule back a couple days which was actually more desirable for Steve and me. Now it’s a good sign.
The morning I was driving to my parents’ house so they could watch the girls while I had my transfer, my Bowie necklace broke. Bowie was my beloved dog of 12 years and when he passed, I was 8 month pregnant with the girls; my sister had a necklace with his name made for me. I wore it faithfully every day. When I broke it the first time my sister handed me a backup….she did that twice. She knows me so well.
Was that my sign?
Out of 24 fertilized eggs, it looked like none were viable to be frozen. Was that my sign? Was that the sign that I was going to get pregnant since I didn’t have any more chances?
Then the doctor called 3 days later with a report that four actually matured beautifully and are frozen. Ahh! Now am I not pregnant because some were actually frozen.
Lord have mercy with the good signs, bad signs! Just ignore the signs and let God do his magic; of course with the help of those brilliant doctors.
But honestly from transfer to pregnancy test is the hardest of all. The wait is horrible. You think every little move is vital in some way.
Did I yell too loud at the girls?
Did my blood pressure go up to high?
Am I warm enough?
Did I eat enough?
Is that heart-burn I feel?
Was that package too heavy to lift?
This is straight torture!
Two weeks cannot get here fast enough and I never wish away my time but I need to know. I NEED TO KNOW!
OK positive feelings! Send me your positive vibes because I am greedy and want them. Thanks!
1 number of IVF attempts (success)
1 number of marathons I’ve run
2 number of kids I have
2 number of times I’ve driven cross country
2 number of years I bugged the colleges before one finally hired me
2 number of dogs we currently have
3 number of times I usually drag the kids out of the house per day
3 number of years I’ve been a full time stay at home Mom (small side jobs not included)
3 number of months when I realized I would marry Steve
3 number of dogs we’ve adopted
3 number of pitbulls we’ve owned and loved
3 number of times I pulled into the same pump on the wrong side before I finally gave up and left (baby brain)
4 number of years old my girls will be next month
4 number of major surgeries I’ve had
4 number of eggs I eat a day
4 number of degrees I have (2 associates, 1 BS, 1 MBA) – and none of them prepped me for parenthood
5 number of turtles I had before they caught a virus and died
5 number of days we hit the beach in the summer
6 number of times I’ve been to New Orleans (favorite place)
6 number of IUI attempts
7 number of years before I got pregnant
7 number of kids I wish I could have had
9 number of years I had Marcie and Frankie (turtles)
11 number of years old my Bowie was when he died
12 number of years (almost) that I’ve been married
17 number of years we have been together
20 number of years I’ve lived at the beach (or very close)
38 years I’ve been alive
38 number of states I’ve been to
150 number of minutes until bedtime
I might have to do this again! You should try it as well! Link up, leave a comment or do on your own!
Lastly don’t forget about the giveaway that ends Wednesday. Happy ALMOST Thanksgiving!
- · Emotionally it was taking a toll on me, my husband and my parents
- · Financially it was taking a toll on us
- · Mentally it was exhausting
- · If we only used one and it didn’t’ take, I wasn’t sure I could keep going based on the above.
- · If we used two, the chances were better that at least one took, if both took then we would be happy to have 2 kids in case, again, for the reasons above.
What to tell your children about your path to having them? Does it matter that they were conceived with a little help? Should you tell them they were created like little spawn in a petri-dish? After all they are 100% me and Steve. How will it affect them? My Mom asked me if I was going to tell them and I thought no. She wasn’t asking for any particular reason but after our conversation I started thinking that maybe I should in case they have fertility issues. Maybe this is something at a young age we can get checked out or look into. I don’t think my issues were a cause of anything hereditary but because I was sick often and took a body beating when I was about 12 years old with a blood disease called ITP. It caused my body to get all out of whack, delay my menstrual cycle and eventually create an entire imbalance in my ovulation….in other words I don’t…ovulate that is.
So what, if anything, do you tell your children about your path to having them???