The day of our medical testing, everything went GREAT! Bloodwork was good (needed some iron, so supplementing that at the moment), ultrasound was great, and the hysteroscopy was even better. Apparently, my uterus “couldn’t be more perfect.” This, I knew, but still, it’s fun to brag about! The fertility doc gave me the go ahead to call mom and tell her, which was beyond exciting – after years of “no,” I was the first to give them a yes. The call was fraught with emotion, energy and all the beautiful possibilities… It was amazing being able to be the one to tell them that we were able to move to the next step!
The hurdles are moving closer together and we are leaping over them very quickly. Next, we have the psychiatric evaluation, which I’m finding to be more intimidating than expected. In my mind, I’m well aware that I’m probably NOT a lunatic, but yet I worry about making a good impression! This is really the last person who has a say, so it’s really important that I’m ready to rock this thing. I’m sure we’ll do fine – did I mention Schmoopy had to participate in the 2 HOUR session? Because, yes, he does. Our sense of humour could cause issues if we’re not careful… There are few filters in this house.
Lastly, the contract. It should be done tonight, so tomorrow we have to leap that hurdle as well.. What fun! Really, tomorrow will be a big deciding factor in this journey. I think that I’m more nervous about tomorrow than even transfer day! So far, I just know in my heart that transfer day will be a success, especially with their top quality embryos, and my rock star uterus (shameless uterus shoutout!). What to expect with that, who the hell knows. It’s impossible to find even a “sample” type document online, so we’re not sure what to expect. Luckily, Mom and Dad are flexible with contents, and so are we, which means that things should move along smoothly. Fingers crossed that we’ll have this wrapped up by Friday and then we can move on to fun things like drugs and transfers – and ice cream!
Mom has started letting herself dream a little, she admitted the other day when she came by to see us that she even looked at nursery furniture. When she admitted this, it truly put the whole journey we’re about to embark upon into perspective. Here is a strong, capable, loving, beautiful woman who has had to deny herself the joy of dreaming about a baby. It was heartbreaking and uplifting at the same time. Now, I’m trying to deny MYself the joy of dreaming about the look on their faces when Mom and Dad see their baby, the moment they hold that beautiful baby and finally exhale. That’s the moment I will be living for in the next few months. So now, we wait some more.