Baby Steps
I had almost finished it. It was the post about how my health insurance company totally screwed me a couple of days before my retrieval. It was almost done, in my head anyway, when I opened my inbox and saw the email.
It was an email from my embryologist with this picture of my little one, my 5-cell, day 3 A- embie. Isn’t she beautiful?
The rant post is almost completely gone (for now, anyway) and I’m in a pretty place for the moment, hoping against hope. I will find out this weekend if she took and, until then, I think, for the rest of the week, I’m gonna act like she did.
Folks have been asking me how I’m feeling and truth be told, I feel 45% optimistic, 30% pessimistic, 15% scared out of my wits and 10% exhausted. I have cramps, headaches and lower back pain, but these are exactly the same symptoms I have when I’m about to have a visit from my Aunt Flo. So who knows? Also, I’m on progesterone so my body is totally out of whack. I can’t trust myself physically right now, but I’m delighted to have this photo.
As I write this, I find myself focusing on baby steps. I’m fighting the urge to fall flat on my face, while I’m struggling to move myself forward one small step at a time.
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