It's been since mid-February that I've written. Let me go ahead and get you up to speed on the past 9 months.Evan Matthew was born February 21. To make a long story short, like my labor was, I went the caster oil route this time. As Kellen chanted "chug it, chug it, chug it" I held my nose and swallowed the slimy goo mixed with orange juice around 8pm. Three hours later, I was in active labor. Two hours after that, I was holding Evan in my arms. He cried, I cried, and I shook like I was having a seizure, because apparently that's what happens after delivering a baby. He was a little guy coming in at 7lb 4oz and 20.5".
So, today marks my little Evan's 9 month birthday. He is thriving; pulling himself up on the couch, fireplace (safe? probably not), stairs and crawling around this house at speeds that I should probably be recording. And then there's my firstborn, Khloe. She's ginormous. My mini-me is the most helpful to her little brother. She's such a caring little girl who is always thinking of her friends first and wondering why I won't give her money every time we go to the store so she can buy them all toys and presents, everyday, for no better reason than she just wants to. That girl and her heart. ♥
Now onto the biggest motivating factor for this blog post, which is to open up about our current cycle. When we underwent IVF in the summer of 2015 that resulted in Evan's birth, we (for the first time ever) had two embryos that were of great enough quality to put back and freeze. There are a multitude of options that we could have chosen to do with these frozen embryos, but in my heart, I only had one. I believe that life begins at conception, so these two babies are ours and we are going to follow through with a cycle, pray, and hope for life to continue for them. So, we are preparing for a transfer date of December 15th. I'm not as anxious this time, but I am trying to prepare myself for the results, whatever they may be. This is our first frozen cycle, and from what I've heard and read, we first need to pray that these babies survive the thawing process. My first scan is November 29, the day after my birthday, which is also the day that I'll start additional medication to prep for the transfer. Year 33 just may be the final year of my journey with infertility. It's been a long haul over the past 8 years and it has changed me, by far, for the better. I vividly remember that day back in early 2009 when Kellen called after work with the results of his final test. I was on my way to gym. The news was gut-wrenching and shattered my future dreams. I bawled in my car and drove myself home. If someone would have told me that day that 8 years later I'd be sitting in my livingroom typing this post while my 9 month old napped and I nagged at my daughter to get her disaster-of-a-room cleaned up, I'm not sure I'd believe it. Thank you all for the prayers over the years and thank you for the prayers for this current cycle. And most of all, THANK YOU GOD for my beautiful children.
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