Today, I have seven days of Aygestin and seven days of Lupron behind me, one nasty belly bruise, a couple bitchy outbreaks, and I’m one week closer to FET. But, it’s the weekend and I have yoga, shopping and that sangria brunch planned, remember?! It is destined to be a fantastic weekend.
A few good things happened this week, too. Let me recap for you:
- My good friend Wishing For One got her BFP today! Please go congratulate her!
- A terrible hire my company made last month quit this week. We were going to have to let her go, but thankfully she took care of that on her own. What a huge relief. We’re a small company so one bad apple can really upset the cart.
- My husband had a long chat with his mother and the conversation ended up in baby land. Now you have to understand, this woman (mother of five, one of nine siblings herself) never puts any pressure on us regarding babies. Never once has she said anything to us about starting a family. No one in our families know we’ve been trying; only a couple of my friends have any idea. During their chat, she started hinting to my hubby that we shouldn’t wait too long. She explained that one of our family members has had six miscarriages in 3.5 years (a couple ectopics and a D&C or two) and no successful pregnancy yet. My husband came (somewhat) clean and confessed that we’ve been trying for two years now, we’ve had all the tests and they can’t find anything wrong with us. He didn’t tell her about our four IUIs, our IVF cycle, or the upcoming FET cycle. He had a little breakdown while confessing to his mother and I’m very grateful for that. I get to let out my emotions all of the time, plus I have this fantastic outlet – my blog. He needs a release every now and then, too. He can’t always be the strong one, but he has taken awfully good care of me over the last two years. I’m a very lucky woman. My MIL is a very religious woman and at the end of their chat, she told my husband that she’d move us up to the top of her prayer list immediately. I don’t think there’s ever been a need for us to be on her prayer list, so I feel a little special (and relieved) that she’s aware of our situation and that hopefully she’s pulling some strings for us. It feels good to have someone else rooting for us.