First, it was gettting to our egg retrieval.
Then it was making it to transfer with embies to freeze.
Next, came the agonizing 2 week wait for the beta.
After that, would the betas double?
Holding my breath at the ultrasound, as I prayed for a heartbeat.
The twelve weeks of fear every time I went to the bathroom or felt a cramp or twinge.
Please let there be no blood.
The anatomy scan.
And now, 24 weeks.
When M. and I decided to undertake that IVF cycle in October, we talked about our goals for the cycle.
If we let ourselves dream that it might work, we still knew we had a long time to go before we would feel comfortable. Every one of our 5 losses had ended differently with different signs or symptoms.
Every time we've passed a milestone, I've felt a little lighter.
A little more hopeful.
For M., I think making it to 12 weeks allowed him to relax and believe.
For me, it's taken a little longer.
I'm still pregnant.
Please babies, bake for as long as you can, you are already so loved.