Okay so when I think about the fact that it's now November and we finally caved in and saw an RE for the first time in July, it's easy to feel disappointed. And then I remember that Dr. TK didn't come into our lives until September (after a long dance, not the first (nor the last) with the insurance company). We're making progress and are forming a concrete plan for the future of Los Porchs and the addition of an embryo. Yes. An embryo. This is science my darlings, not simply something one prays for and waits around for... [so kindly keep the "God has a greater plan for you" comments to a minimum, I am totally overwhelmed by them and tend to take them with a spirit of hostility rather than the graciousness you intend; I hope to get over that someday].
Today marks the one-year celebration of the first time I had to give myself an injection for our IVF treatment. It was a day of SO much emotion, so much suspense, and of course, so much hope. I remember giving myself the pep talk about the injections -- This is nothing compared to what labor will be like (and I kinda called that one). It got easier each time, especially as I found others in the blog world who were going through the same thing as I was at the same time. I would do every single thing again, multiple times, if it meant I got to find my way to Charlotte. This girl is my own living, beating heart, outside of my body. I am so thankful to the team at IHR here in Chicago for all of their kindness, support, and knowledge. The team at IHR helped Porch and I start our little family and we could never fully express the gratitude we have for that gift. I am still thinking of those who are in the midst of their journey to parenthood, thos...
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