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Cycle Day 1

We met with Dr. TK this week & are excited, anxious, scared, all at once.  I am back on birth control for the first time since before my surgery.  We are hoping to start injections by the end of October (OMG, there really isn't much left of October) or early November.  Given our plans to travel around the holidays, I asked Dr. TK what he thought about us being away for a few days and he simply stared at me and said, "By December, we'll know if you are pregnant."  Ha.  I almost fell off my chair.  There it is again, that feeling of hope!  Ryan and I are having serious conversations about who to tell and when to tell. I am jumping up and down at the notion of possibly being pregnant by Christmas.  I believe with the help of Dr. TK we can actually make this happen!  And even if it doesn't happen the first time, it's so ridiculously exciting to have hope in our lives again.  The news about our odds wasn't very good and our chances of conceiving naturally are less that 1%.  But really, I don't care because we have science on our side with the help of Dr. TK and ICSI.  We will find success and our time will finally be here.  We will expand our little family.  We will know sleepless nights.  We will know the struggle and most importantly, we will know our child.  I am so dang excited and I don't know who I can really tell besides Porch.  I'm anxiously awaiting the call to begin injections.  What a small price to pay to be a mommy!

xoxo

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