I probably should have posted this a long time ago, however I have been terrified that something will go wrong. We did our transfer March 9th, little man was already hatching. I wish I would have taken a picture. I tried and tried to stay positive, but honestly I prepared myself for the worst. After years of being let down why on Earth would something go right for us now? That is how I felt for a very very long time. I’d be lying if I said I still didn’t have my moments. Anyways, fast forward to March 16th. It was our anniversary so we went to dinner with some friends and our daughter to one of my favorite places to eat. I was starving! I drank a glass of wine, ordered my food and I couldn’t touch it. I couldn’t make myself eat it. The next morning I got up as usual to drink coffee and watch the news but I couldn’t force my coffee down nor could I keep my eyes open. That is when I thought, hmm maybe I should test. Maybe? Nope I didn’t, I took Cheyanne to the doctor as planned and the entire time I was cramping. I knew without a doubt this was it, it’s over. I am about to start. Here I sit 8DP5DT and I usually start like clock work so I assumed that was it. When we stopped to get her prescription I decided to grab a test. Why? I have no idea. I went home and tested and before I could even pull up my pants here sits my blazing BFP finally!!! Could this really be happening?????

Went to the doctor more times than I can count for blood work and ultrasounds. All worth it so don’t think I am complaining! I had weeks of bleeding that did NOT help with me staying positive. It was and still is a complete emotional roller coaster. I needed those biweekly ultra sounds. They kept me sane. I am now 17 weeks 4 days and I am dying cause I haven’t had one since 12 weeks 4 days. When I was released  to my regular OB he asked if we could wait until week 20 for another one. Fine, do I have a choice? So here I sit, trying to be patient and positive…