Remember a while ago when I told a story about not being able to sleep when I was younger for picture day? One of the few days annually in grade school we got to wear civvies and it was excitement inducing and fun. This afternoon, it’s picture day for our little babies! Hopefully, if they cooperate, we can find out if they’re boys, girls, or one of each. I’m so excited I can’t stand it.
Justin and I have both had 2 boy dreams, but I don’t know that I have a feeling either way. I just hope they’re healthy and growing as they should be. I’m 16w3d today and the time seems to be getting quicker and quicker. It’s hard to believe what all has happened in the past year.
Our first transfer was supposed to be on Labor Day 2017. We found out 30 minutes prior that we had no viable embryos left. A year ago today, I was talking about beginning an 80+ day long Lupron cycle with a bunch of additional supplements to hopefully generate more eggs and get some healthy baby blasts. That would ultimately fail, as well. We made it to transfer but my 2 babies that resulted from that cycle didn’t stick around. My third egg retrieval is what successfully got me pregnant. I have so many thoughts on “what was different,” but they’re for a different day.
On this glorious fall morning, I’m patiently waiting until everyone else (Justin and Zeppelin) wake up so that I can cook breakfast and listen to music. I’m touring another daycare today in the AM, then will get to see our sweet, sweet nuggets of joy later. I feel so lucky that these little babes are hanging out inside of me.
Any last minute guesses on what’s going on in my tummy?