Hanging in there in the early early days of the two week wait. If I had to call odds for this cycle, I'm mostly thinking that it's going to be a no go, sometimes 100% convinced that it's already over. Is this based on anything rational? Not really, so please disregard my pessimism.
The fact that I know deep in my heart that Magpie's existence is such a miracle means that I feel that winning the lottery again seems to very unlikely. Add to that that the blasts didn't look as nice to me as they did at Magpie's transfer, and well...hard to feel hopeful here. Perhaps it's even greedy to wish for a second miracle. Although I realize it doesn't deprive anyone else of their turn, sometimes it feels selfish somehow to want for more when I already have so much with the presence of Ms. Magpie.
Fortunately, the outcome doesn't rely at all on how I feel about it!
It's surprising to me that this time I'm having a harder time staying in the "in between" and not knowing place of the 2 week wait. I would have thought that the stakes are so much lower now that we have Magpie, and in a sense, they are. I've got my miracle girl, and an additional child would just be amazing and bonus and more than I ever expected or dared to dream. It would be wonderful for us to have a second child and also a gift to her. She loves people, and she would adore having a sister or brother. I'd love for her to have an ally in life.
Upping the ante, however, is the fact that I turn 44 in a few months and that these are our final three blasts. This has raised the stakes for this cycle more than I ever expected it would. It feels so final. Either this will work and Magpie will have a sibling, or it won't and she'll be an only. There's always the chance that we could pursue a donor sibling, but I don't know that Will would be open to it still and we are well aware of the costs and potential pitfalls having walked down the donor egg path before.
In previous 2 week waits, I have found some pleasure in having some time to imagine the possibility of pregnancy without knowing yes or no. At least so far, I am not enjoying the not knowing. There's no pleasant imagining. It's the old familiar grind of all the meds and dietary restrictions, plus the challenging restriction of not being able to pick up Magpie (no lifting anything over 10 lbs.). And whenever I dare to hope, I tend to tell myself that I must be kidding. Have I seen my history? Crazy girl - this won't work for you! I have to remember though that my history includes Magpie. So it could work. Because in fact, once, in all of our attempts it did, and gloriously.
Still no symptoms really, other than fatigue, some mild shortness of breath, and yesterday some mild uterine cramping. I'm so aware this time that anything I'm feeling could so easily be the progesterone sending screwy signals to my body, that I don't trust anything.
That said, if any of the three blasts are still alive, implantation could occur any time now.
Wow. Oh my gosh. Any time now. For a moment maybe I can hold on to that wonderful possibility. Perhaps there is still life inside of me.
The hope is like a flicker, tenuous and hard to hold on to.
Mo
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The fact that I know deep in my heart that Magpie's existence is such a miracle means that I feel that winning the lottery again seems to very unlikely. Add to that that the blasts didn't look as nice to me as they did at Magpie's transfer, and well...hard to feel hopeful here. Perhaps it's even greedy to wish for a second miracle. Although I realize it doesn't deprive anyone else of their turn, sometimes it feels selfish somehow to want for more when I already have so much with the presence of Ms. Magpie.
Fortunately, the outcome doesn't rely at all on how I feel about it!
It's surprising to me that this time I'm having a harder time staying in the "in between" and not knowing place of the 2 week wait. I would have thought that the stakes are so much lower now that we have Magpie, and in a sense, they are. I've got my miracle girl, and an additional child would just be amazing and bonus and more than I ever expected or dared to dream. It would be wonderful for us to have a second child and also a gift to her. She loves people, and she would adore having a sister or brother. I'd love for her to have an ally in life.
Upping the ante, however, is the fact that I turn 44 in a few months and that these are our final three blasts. This has raised the stakes for this cycle more than I ever expected it would. It feels so final. Either this will work and Magpie will have a sibling, or it won't and she'll be an only. There's always the chance that we could pursue a donor sibling, but I don't know that Will would be open to it still and we are well aware of the costs and potential pitfalls having walked down the donor egg path before.
In previous 2 week waits, I have found some pleasure in having some time to imagine the possibility of pregnancy without knowing yes or no. At least so far, I am not enjoying the not knowing. There's no pleasant imagining. It's the old familiar grind of all the meds and dietary restrictions, plus the challenging restriction of not being able to pick up Magpie (no lifting anything over 10 lbs.). And whenever I dare to hope, I tend to tell myself that I must be kidding. Have I seen my history? Crazy girl - this won't work for you! I have to remember though that my history includes Magpie. So it could work. Because in fact, once, in all of our attempts it did, and gloriously.
Still no symptoms really, other than fatigue, some mild shortness of breath, and yesterday some mild uterine cramping. I'm so aware this time that anything I'm feeling could so easily be the progesterone sending screwy signals to my body, that I don't trust anything.
That said, if any of the three blasts are still alive, implantation could occur any time now.
Wow. Oh my gosh. Any time now. For a moment maybe I can hold on to that wonderful possibility. Perhaps there is still life inside of me.
The hope is like a flicker, tenuous and hard to hold on to.
Mo
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