It was time. The call came. The embryo was ready for the implantation. Out of 16 eggs 9 were good and 5 fertilized. Due to being young they would only implant 1 at a time so 4 would be frozen for the next round.
Nervous would have been a huge understatement. Excited, nervous, positive and negative vibes, what a whirl wind.
After years of tears every month after seeing the pink stain on the toilet paper could this be it? Or will it end in heart break?
I just remember saying to myself think positive but be realistic or we might not make it through this.
It was hard.
We arrived at the clinic got set up, laying down legs up, Dr looking like he’s ready to mine in a dark cave… embryo ready and poof it was done. It went so smoothly.
The Dr was happy and positive. Noone had issues.
2 week wait…
Longest 2 weeks of our lives…
Until that pink smear arrived on day 12…
What is wrong with me??
Did God think I shouldn’t be a mother?
What will people think?
Can I just hide in this dark corner forever?