Four years ago today, I was a beautiful princess. I had the most beautiful ivory dress and a tiara. It was such a fun day. It was a great party. We had been together for 8 years so it was never about “starting a life together”… which quite frankly, drove me crazy because it was like some people needed a marriage certificate to validate our relationship. It was about having a big bash and being a princess for a day.
It’s bittersweet to think of that day 4 years ago because it means that it’s been almost 4 years since we started trying to make a family. We officially started in the following January, but we were no longer really preventing.
Four years of our life and nothing but heartache and debt to show for it. But our marriage has somehow survived. Not an easy feat. I don’t know how couples survive this when they marry after a short period of courting (courting? suddenly I’m 80?). That 8 year base allowed us to grow up together and figure out who we were.
Flash forward 4 years and I’m laid up on the couch with a sore belly waiting for my “reward sushi” and Gatorade. Happy anniversary to me.
Retrieval went better than last time. They gave me more drugs so I was much more comfortable.. and teary. I started to cry near the end out of gratitude. I was so thankful for a chance to try again. I don’t know what tomorrow’s fertilization report will bring. We got 13 eggs. Not as many as there were follicles and not as many as last time, but I just hope they are good and some fertilize.
P.s. blogging on the iPad SUCKS!! Between the autocorrect and the screen freezing when I scroll up! christ!!!