Making Plans

When I was pregnant with Will, and just after he was born, I got cocky. Well, maybe not cocky, perhaps, more hopeful. I was hopeful that my body, now having carried a baby to term, would suddenly know what to do with embryos and that my husband and I could drink a little wine, have a little s-e-x, and end up with a baby.

Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen.

While I know that chemical pregnancies are pretty common, and that this last one could have just been a fluke, I am tired to being on the wrong side of statistics. I don't want to keep going through these flukes, especially when we have five perfectly good totsicles sitting on ice at our REs. It's just too emotionally wrenching for all of us.

I do realize that chemical pregnancies and miscarriages can easily happen after an FET. However, I am really hoping that we will get one RLB out of our five frozens.

M and I had tossed around a lot of different ideas for when we wanted to do our first attempt for Baby #2. Now that we have had another early loss, we have decided that sooner is better than later. We have decided that a September FET would be perfect, so I am not hugely pregnant in the late summer months again, and so they will be a little less than two years apart, should we be lucky enough to get - and stay - pregnant the first time.

So, there you have it. September sounds so far away, but it's really not. It's going to fly by.