Tomorrow!!

Okay, I really suck at this whole blogging thing but I thought it would be good to give it a try. A little bit of nausea is starting to creep in (along with boobs I haven't had since high school). But it's all worth it! Tomorrow we get our first peep at the turklet! And maybe even see a heartbeat. I'm very excited and just a little nervous.

Early days, early worries!

It's all still so new and strange - after 3 years of nothing it seems unreal that we're pregnant. But I have the blood tests to prove it. That doesn't stop me from worrying. Someone mentions miscarriage and I worry. Someone mentions something I shouldn't eat that I've been having almost every day and I worry. My symptoms change and I worry. Does the worry ever stop?

The turklet has landed

After three long years and a lot of heartbreak, Stephen and I can say we're pregnant! It all started with "Squishy" and "E.M." (pictured on left). They were our frozen blastocysts left over from the failed IVF in the fall. They went back "home" March 3 and on Monday, March 8, we got two positive tests! But I'm getting ahead of myself. A lot has happened.

I went into the cycle very despondent. I didn't think it would work and almost called it off. The first day, I walked into the doctor's office and just had this overwhelming feeling of dread. After a phone call to Stephen from the Latham Target parking lot, I was reassured that I should move forward. However, even as the cycle progressed, neither Stephen nor I were optimistic. We began seriously researching adoption and what our options would be once we moved to Vermont.
But then the heartburn began. And the nausea. And the breakouts. And so I decided to test. And this is what it said:


The single most beautiful digital word I had ever seen.

And now, we're pregnant!