I’m not even sure how start.
He’s inside me. And he has been for awhile. He’ll be here, hopefully, for awhile longer.
And then, I get to meet him, and my life will change forever.
I forget sometimes. Or sometimes I think something terrible will happen. But the scans are good. The tests are good. It’s been an uneventful event, with only a few signs. Like being super tired at first. And my boobs growing.
Lately, my hands fall asleep at night, which is due the the fluid build up.
And I’m showing. In the four months so far, I haven’t gained all that much weight. I’m happy about that. But my belly gets more and more prominent every week.
I can tell when I go to yoga every week that suddenly poses aren’t accessible to me anymore. I can’t bend as well. I can’t lay on my stomach. I have to find modifications. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With all of the issues we had getting here–nearly ten years of dashed hopes, disappointments, trying something new to have it fail–it’s amazing to actually be here.
We’re talking about how to rearrange things. We’ve bought some clothes. We have a plan. And we’re so excited. So very, very excited. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first, it seemed to take forever. Waiting for testing. Waiting for documents. Waiting for timing to work. And then it was a rollercoaster.
She gave us 41 eggs. Our mouths dropped when we heard that. 28 of them fertilized. 13 made it to day 5. We joke that we have a soccer team plus substitutions on ice. Later, when we were talking to the agency, the lady told us they usually hope for three or four. 13. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He took immediately. Transferred into me on June 23. July 3, I found out I was pregnant. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We’ve been quiet. We didn’t tell anyone but the immediate family at first, preparing for heartbreak. We let a few people in over time, and even though we have sort of lost count of who knows and who doesn’t, we still are individually telling people rather than broadcasting the news. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think I felt him a little. Maybe. I have felt something a few times, though I don’t want to say for sure it’s him.
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By the regular numbers, we are halfway through this. I’m still in shock about it. Can it be real? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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