Next week… I go in for my frozen transfer.
I am freaked out.
I am actually doing this again?
My estrogen enraged body will tell you that yes, indeed I am.
I have always wanted a big family.
4 children was my magic number.
When I found out that I was infertile, I was scared. Was I ever going to experience the joys of motherhood? Would I ever hear a child call me “Mommy”? Would I ever know what it was like to have to deal with a diaper LITERALLY exploding?
And then I was blessed.
With two little girls:
I hope that I can make them big sisters one day soon…
But if I can’t, well… I will not cry.
Because at the end of the day, I am blessed.
At the end of the day, I have two little girls who run to the front door with hugs and kisses when they hear me come in after a long days work.
I’ve decided that I as much as I want to share with all of you the outcome of whether or not the frozen cycle is successful…I wont.. for a while.
In Judaism they say you should wait until after your first trimester is over before you announce your pregnancy.
So I will be doing just that.
If it does, or doesn’t work… I wont share until sometime in June. I know you hate me, but I need as much luck as I can get considering my last pregnancy wasn’t ideal.
I would like some fairy baby dust from all of you though.
Sending you all much love…