Today is the day.
The day I get pregnant… again.
The day I remind myself that just because it didn’t work the first time, doesn’t mean it won’t work now.
I have to tell you, I have been absolutely inundated with e-mails, community posts, and tweets wishing me well today. The last 24 hours I have been shown so much love by so many of you who I have never even met before. It honestly was enough to reduce me to tears last night.
But not the bad tears. The good ones. The ones that come from realizing that something amazing has already come out of this journey.
The support I have gotten from around the world in my quest to become a mother is both humbling and inspiring. Even on the days when I feel like this journey may be fruitless, I remember all of you and the love you have shown me. I remember that you know why I am doing this, even on the days when I forget.
I cannot tell you all enough how much it means to me.
I’m heading to the clinic today at 12:30. I have acupuncture for an hour, my transfer at 1:30, and then acupuncture for another hour.
I have already cut apart a giant pineapple and have been munching on its core.
I plan on spending the next 48 hours in bed doing as little as humanly possible.
Simply cooking those two ice babies of mine and praying for them to stick around.
At the end of the day though, no matter what this next round holds; I am thankful.
I am thankful for all of you.
And for the love and support I never expected.
I am thankful.
No matter what.
ADSPACE
