Each cycle, I put my life in the hands of the RE and the clinic. I follow exactly what they tell me to do. I go through the motions day after day, reviewing the calendar several times a day to make sure I got it right. Estrogen dosage to ultrasound appointments to blood work. Making sure my travel arrangements are set and are for the correct days. I find myself going over it, over and over again. I'm always afraid of screwing it up. It's really the only way I know how to survive a cycle. This time was a little different to start. I did those awful biopsies. But it will be worth it if it brings me home my baby. We have 2 embryos left before we need to start over again. I'm so glad we got the money back guarantee. I don't know what we would do if we hadn't. I'm still hoping we don't have to do another fresh cycle. Praying everyday that our emby survives the thaw. I try to imagine being pregnant and the joy I'll feel. I pray that I feel that way. I'm afraid that all the years I've spent trying and failing will have a toll on me and feeling joy will be hard to find. Will I feel terror and fear instead? I hope not. All I've ever wanted is to experience what all other women get to experience. The joy of pregnancy and motherhood. Another Mothers Day is coming up. My transfer will be less than a week before Mothers Day. The best gift I could get would be a positive pregnancy test and of course a healthy baby at the end of that. Please G-d hear my prayers.
Wife of a pilot and part time husband, and our journey to grow our family...and now an entrepreneur.
Showing posts with label mothers day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mothers day. Show all posts
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Monday, October 12, 2015
Feeling nervous...
I'm sure it's all perfectly normal. Surgery is scheduled but I'm scared. I don't know why this time I'm scared and other times I wasn't. Who knows. I think I was scared before but maybe not so far in advance of the day. I want this to be the last surgery necessary and to go on to do my next transfer. I want to be pregnant. Most of all I want to be a mom. I want to be the mom I was meant to be. It seems every year I long for this. I want to be out and about on mothers day. Proud that I'm going to be a mom. I don't want it to be the hardest day of my life anymore. Lately, I feel like I have the cards stacked against me. Every step forward comes with two steps backwards. When do I get to be ahead of the deck? Problems with my uterus. Problems with my thyroid. Last year, problems with my mammogram and my uterus. I'm so tired of it all. I keep trying to think of what I could have done to deserve this. Maybe I should have prayed more. Maybe I need to be more religious. Maybe G-d will forgive me for whatever it is I've done. Some days I feel so lost.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Mother's Day and Dad's Day....
My Dad passed away on May 7th in the afternoon. My sister had called me the day before and told me that Dad was struggling to breath and on lots of pain meds. I got my work prepared as best I could and went home thinking she'd call me in the middle of the night with the bad news. No call, so I went to work. She called me after lunch and told me Dad was gone. Even though I was prepared I wasn't prepared. I still cried and felt overwhelming grief that I would never again hear my Dad call my name and never see him again except in my dreams, memories and pictures. But in true Dad fashion, he died just when J was finishing up a section of training so he could be with me at the funeral and we could be with my Mom on Mother's Day. I haven't spent Mother's Day with my Mom since I've been married and living in IL. The funeral was at the cemetery. We didn't have any service at the funeral home. It was a short service and a few cousins came out to pay their respects. Why is it that funerals seem to be the only way we all get together? Anyway, I'm finally home and exhausted. Dad, was 83 years old and married to my Mom for 54 years. Daddy, I miss you and love you. See you again someday.
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Trying hard to avoid depression...
At least once a day, I feel hopeless and depressed. I look at our finances and the depression sets in. I'm just going to have to face the fact that we will need to wait closer to the end of the year to do anything. It's just not what I want. I spent some time last night yelling at J and he finally said it. "You're saying I'm not pulling my weight". He wasn't arguing the fact. He knows it's true. He's been slacking off and I've been taking the brunt of it. J left for training today so we'll see what happens next. He had another sick call last week so he knows he's in trouble for it. He said he wouldn't get upset about it but he has and it messed up the rest of the week for both of us. Although, he even applied to a few more places. I just wish it wouldn't take something like this to get him to move his ass. He's afraid he's ruined his flying career. He needs to get his act together. I just feel like he sabotages me every time. Last year it was the garage fiasco and this year it's excessive sick calls and FMLA. I just want us to have a normal life. I want us to have children and enjoy raising them together. I want us to have children without having to worry about the money to have children. I hate that I worry about how we will pay the bills if we take a fertility loan. I hate the excel spreadsheets I do to save every dime for this. I hate that mothers day is next week and I'm not even close to reaching my dreams. I hate that some women can get pregnant by accident. I hate that there's always 5-10 pregnant women in my office. I hate that my life is consumed by this but I'm afraid if I change I'll lose my dream of being a mother forever.
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