Yesterday was a huge day. I am still processing. To know that our little angel baby is back inside my body, exactly where it is meant to be, floods me with feelings of peace. To know that our little angel baby is back inside my body, exactly where it is meant to be, floods me with feelings of peace. At the same time, my brain is cycling through thoughts of what can I be doing to make sure this works and how am I going to survive the next 10 days?.

I really needed good news today. My last few Dr’s appointments had me in face contortions attempting to hold back the flood of tears that puddled in my eyes. I made it through check-out & scheduling but as soon as I turned the doorknob out of the office the levee broke and the tears poured out. Days like those are hard. So when good days happen and happy news is received, celebration is mandatory.

I had my information session (aka: what is Plan B if Plan A doesn’t work) with my Baby Making Dr yesterday. It was rough. As I sat in the office, I felt sick to my stomach. These science-meets-real-life moments are so complex. Numbers, data, and results collide with emotions and humanness. My other half left 15 minutes in because the stress was literally consuming him. He started to sweat and fidget and bolted for the door. I sat and listened and cried. This month (February 2019) marks one year since we enlisted help from the professionals. We want to grow our family. We want another baby.