You know, I am trying to get pregnant.
In fact, I’ve been trying to get pregnant for the last 47 months. We had two transfers before. Neither one resulted in a live birth. This time it feels a little different. With our 100% fertilization rate, we now have ten little fertilized eggs hopefully still growing in the lab. There is a little more hope, a little more brightness in the future, and little more confidence that it may just work out this time.
I don’t believe in jinxing things. My potential due date is already there in my mind. Searching for a maternity outfit is my occasional pastime. All in all, my expectation is higher this time with these young and healthy eggs of a proven donor. They passed the first hurdle beautifully. This afternoon will bring us the much anticipated news of number of embryos we still have.
Bob and I set up a sushi date for this past Saturday in anticipation of our transfer. If we get pregnant this time, this will be my last sushi meal for the duration of a pregnancy.
Our usual Japanese restaurant didn’t disappoint.
I savored every single bite of raw fish, choosing to believe that this may be my last chance of this Japanese delicacy before mid-August.
What an enjoyable date night celebrating our ten little fertilized eggs and a dream that may just come true, that we get to close this chapter of our life trying to get pregnant for almost four years.