And what do you do when you have nowhere to go and a heart bursting with feelings that you can't put anywhere else? Well, you resurrect the blog that you thought had served it's purpose and run it's course. Oh, Fate... you tricky bastard.
Back in April, we decided to jump back in the TTC arena. You guys, it was hard. Like, really, really hard for me. This place of infertility is where all of my nightmares live. Flash backs from the scariest times of my life still haunt me, and honestly, I just didn't know if I could do it again. But, then there was that nagging in my gut telling me that our family is not complete. This thought was only strengthened when I asked EJ what she wanted for her birthday (coming up in August) and she quickly replied "a baby brother or sister, of course." Of course.
So, we did it. FET #1. Everything went perfectly. Not a single hitch. Not only did the timing work out pretty spectacularly, but we actually won our clinic's annual drawing and got a significant discount. Then we won a second contest taking even more off our total. It was awesome.
We transferred 2 beautiful blasts. They were so strong. One of them was fully expanded and looked so great that you would never have guessed it had been in a freezer for the last 4 years. I joked with our embryologist that my money was on the fully expanded one, and he said without missing a beat, "my money is on both of them!". Yep, we were FULL of hope and had very little doubt at all that this cycle would be awesome.
Then, at 6 days past transfer, this happened: