I was admitted into the unit Monday for transfer only be told we have one, that’s ONE viable blastocyst.
Our other embryos had not survived. There was nothing to freeze...
I was filled with dread, sadness and disappointment all at the same. What if this really is OUR ONLY chance?
All our hopes lie on one, tiny bundle of cells. Who knows how my body will respond?!
I’ve never been pregnant, not even by mistake. I hope my body won’t reject this new life trying to grow inside of me... 💕
I’m worried I’m feeling so much at this early stage, nothings guaranteed I know... so many thoughts and feelings... I don’t know where to put them.
The transfer of our blastocyst went really well. 👍🏻 The doctor was reassuring step by step of the process... the catheter passed smoothly, blastocyst successfully transferred to my endometrium.
All we can do is wait, my hubby talks to ‘Us’ and it’s adorable 😍 I want this to continue into a new life; I need my body to get its act together... for us.
On a lighter note... how long did any of you gym bunnies wait to go back to spin or Zumba following transfer? I’m going mad not being able to exercise!
Love to you all on your journeys - thank you for listening to mine xxx