The Test(s)... again.

Here we go again! After our successful pregnancy with Frankie, a global pandemic, a failed frozen embryo transfer in September 2020, and a cross-state move to North Carolina, we DID it. We are pregnant again.

It started with moving our embryos up here to our new facility, which we did in January. It was costly, but it would have been less than my travel expenses back to Florida, so we decided to go for it. I met with our new doctor and we formulated a plan. I didn't quite get up the courage to actually start the procedure for a few months- I was still grieving our failed transfer a few months prior- but I officially started my third FET cycle on 3/16/2021.

In the middle of our preparations and monitoring, my parents came to visit us in North Carolina. A few weeks back, my dad had been diagnosed with a very aggressive form of lung cancer and he wanted to have one last road trip with my mom and to come visit his only granddaughter. Unfortunately, the worst happened. My dad passed away here in Asheville on April 16th. After the trauma of that week, and the stress of caring for both him and my mom during that week, I was unsure if I was going to be able to physically "keep" a baby. At the urging of my sister, I decided to go through with the cycle anyway.
Our transfer was completed on April 28th, 2021 in South Carolina. I had a cervical stitch placed a few weeks prior to assist with the transfer, as well as given Valium and Feldene to help with any discomfort or cramping. It was the most pleasant and easiest medical fertility treatment I'd experienced. I was also so shocked to be given a picture of our little embryo, already hatching and ready to go!

Friday afternoon, only about two days after transfer, I started to feel like absolute garbage. We had more family in town and I was not feeling terribly sociable. The trend continued all weekend, making toddler parenting pretty difficult. I was nauseous. I was exhausted. My boobs felt like they were actually falling off. Four days after transfer, I got a very very faint line on a cheap internet pregnancy test. Ever since, the lines have gotten darker and I have finally allowed myself to recognize that my discomfort is absolutely pregnancy. 

Daniel has been insanely supportive and has really let me be a sub-par parent, wife, and housekeeper without a single word of complaint for the last month. Between my dad passing and this transfer, I have been pretty useless. I am only making these baby steps because of how much he has taken over and I am so appreciative.

I know better than to trust this completely as "it". We had some positive pregnancy tests on our failed transfer, too. However, I didn't have these symptoms and I didn't get any line as dark as these. We are CAUTIOUSLY celebrating each day we are pregnant and eagerly awaiting my blood tests on May 10th (12 days past transfer). I am so hopeful this will be the cycle that brings Frankie a sibling and makes our family complete.

Here's to getting ourselves a Christmas/New Years baby.