The nerves really kicked in last night. I started worrying about how our embies are doing. This is the first opportunity we've had to see if they will grow past Day 2. I know we are lucky to have 14 to work with, but I still can't help but worry. Apparently that is just my nature (or so B tells me).
We've been here once before, heading into a transfer. In fact only 6 weeks ago. I'm taking comfort in the fact that we are trying something new, so I have hope the outcome will be different. But there is that tiny voice in my head that worries that the day will come when there is nothing new to try. It is a thought that I keep trying to push far, far away.
This cycle has been exhausting. Every cycle has been a roller coaster of hope and disappointment, but it seems like each roller coaster has higher peaks and valleys than the previous one. I've never been afraid of heights. I actually like them. So I'd rather keep the peaks and avoid the valleys. At least when the valleys are so far down that I can't feel the sun.
And because this is my 100th post, wouldn't it be great if today was the turning point?
Today's tune is one of hope.
In keeping with today's tune, here is a picture to match.
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