Thursday, July 8, 2010

Finally!

Our conversation wasn't exactly about infertility last night but rather a tattoo Kyle wants to add to his collection to permanently etch our nieces and nephew's (and any future ones) names on him. He was describing the look of it and the whole idea of the tattoo when he turned to me and said let's do the final transfer.

Really? You're ready? We're ready?

It's now 3pm and I haven't gotten the courage to call and start the process for the final time. I've been waiting for nearly a year to transfer the final two embryos and now that we're ready (?!) I'm afraid to move forward. Now I'm finally starting to see why doing another IVF might have been too taxing on my mental health - or what's left of it.

Now to psych myself up to make the call...

A little reminder of what we so desperately desire