I have never been a fan of math and In Vitro has not helped
with that hatred.
6 weeks ago, we started with 15 eggs that had been retrieved
while I was knocked out at the local hospital.
Just a week later, we were down to 11 eggs that had matured. Two weeks after that, the lab called to
inform me that only 4 embryos had flourished and were being sent to Michigan to
test how healthy each embryo was. And
then, finally, we received a call from our doctor that after the testing had
been completed, we only had 1 successful embryo after all of that work. Not the equation I was looking for. We have
one shot at this.
But the bigger surprise? The news that hit me in the gut
like a 100 MPH train? The information that made my husband become paler than me (which we all know is a very difficult feat)? News that filled my heart with such excitement that I thought I could burst, mixed with the fear of what I could lose, and made this all seem so achingly
real?
We’re having a girl.
And so this week, as I start my final round of medications
and get mentally and physically prepared to have this one single embryo put
into my body on March 1st, I ask that you pray for my little girl. That we will get the chance to meet her this
year and see who she will be. That we
can see if she has the Sergeant’s eyes, my crazy hair, and the combined sass
from us both. That all of you who have
supported both the Sergeant and I through this crazy journey will be able to
hold her and meet her, too.
And please pray that she is not as crazy and naughty as her
mother, because I am not sure any of us will be able to handle that.
