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Hi Gals,
My transfer went well. I had two blasts transferred
and three were frozen. I mourned for the three other
eggs that didn't make it. I know that sounds funny,
but they were still a part of us. DH and I
contemplated the ethical dilemma of what to do if all
eight survived. We decided that no matter what, we'd
use all eight up. However, there is only the
possibility of us having five children now. Though,
the odds are that only three would implant, if any.
Bed rest was quite hard. It kills your back, but the
good thing was that transfer was late in the afternoon
and bedtime was only a few hours away.
After the 24-hour bed rest, we went for the weekend to
visit the in-laws. It was very relaxing. I was so
exhausted. We had a good time, and it helped to get my
mind off whether things worked or not. However, as
time gets closer to testing the wait is getting
unbearable. Isn't it funny how fear, hope, and reality
can consume someone's life? Reality is but a future
event so far away, yet here yesterday. Reality can be
joyous or heartbreaking. My journey through IVF has
been a whirlwind of emotions. I had such hopes and
dreams that this was it for us. Hope can sure blur
reality -- or maybe it's a way to talk yourself
through difficult times. Yet, coming to the end of
this journey, it is scary to have hope. Walls begin to
be built to save yourself from too much pain. I only
have one more day before my beta, and I am feeling so
afraid to have any hope at all. Is it hormones or
signs? I can't take it anymore, and don't really have
an answer to my own questions. I guess reality is only
a day away.
I am praying and wishing everyone the best in her
journey to parenthood. May God bless us all someday
with the joy of screams and diapers!!
xoxo, Tres
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