I must start writing before fear…or my toddler’s wake time…remove all motivation. How I wanted to be pregnant these past few weeks. How I wanted to see two lines. To hear good news. To not mystify medical professionals with my contradictory bloodwork. But, I’m not. I didn’t. And, I did…again. And, suddenly, the air is… Continue reading Prologue {A Resolution}
I’ve laid around the kitchen. I’ve sat in dining room chairs. I’ve propped myself up on pillows on the couch. I’ve cuddled in bed. I walked outside briefly to get ice cream an hour ago, as my monumental first time out of doors since Wednesday’s transfer. Basically, I haven’t moved much. It is rather demoralizing,… Continue reading 2dp5dt {from a prostrate position somewhere}
I’ve wanted to type the abbreviation for so long… Zero days past my five-day embryo transfer! I’m pregnant. A perfect blastocyst. On Good Friday, 2013. Selah.
Tonight, DH and I prepared the only way we know how for tomorrow’s transfer….we drew on my bruised, swollen belly (to be fair, there is only about 4 pounds left of fluid in my tummy)…
In the midst of my severe, medication-induced nausea, I somehow have to stomach an increasingly large number of pills. Today, I get to add four steroid capsules to help suppress my own body’s immune system in preparation for….tomorrow’s embryo transfer! I’m going to be pregnant tomorrow. Nothing like a little spontaneity. Anyway… Pregnant will make the… Continue reading That’s a lot of pills
Ten p.m. rolled around last night, and I was scouring the kitchen for something new…something salty…something that would relieve the incredibly painful bloating and cramping. Then, I found them. Pickles. 220 mg of Sodium per dill spear. Just the ticket. Follow that up with some salty, cheesy crackers and some trail mix, and then wash… Continue reading OUCH! {The things most people don’t prepare you for}
Tear Drops Falling 