Missed you…

We took a mini vacation last weekend, and much to my surprise, we had NO coverage and spotty WiFi. So, I didn’t get to update y’all at all. 😢

A lot of my “fertility challenged sisters” have been checking on me. I really appreciate each and every one of them. Many of them know the journey we’ve chosen. And, they know better than anyone what may lie ahead.

Many have asked if I will do a home pregnancy test before the blood test on Thursday. I don’t plan to test. I knew being out of town would help with the eagerness. I have tested in the past, but it was a rabbit hole I didn’t want to try this time. So, I know as much as y’all!

Our fertility doctor’s office is out of town, so we are opting to have my bloodwork done locally. This means our results will be delayed until some time Friday. We plan to share the good/bad news with our families at some point on Friday or Saturday followed by sharing here.

Now, we wait!

Timon thawed perfectly and is now snug as a bug inside my womb ❤️

I had to have a full bladder for the transfer, and I waaaay overdid it. I was doing the potty dance BAD! 😂 But, the doctor gave my bladder an A+. So, there’s that!

Now, we wait!

Thank you for all the well wishes! The process has been so much easier knowing we have so many supporting us this go around.

🎶He’s a little bit goofy

She’s a little bit hopeful 🎶

Or something like that!

Any Donny and Marie Osmond fans? No?!

Humor still helps us get through the difficult times. And, while today is super duper exciting, it’s definitely one of those “hurry up and wait” moments. It’s exciting, but no guarantee that in 2 weeks or 9 months we’ll have a happy ending.

So, our T-shirts are our silly way of expressing ourselves. 😋

Here we come, Timon!

Video update…

Y’all, I’m so excited! We’re getting so close to our transfer cycle!

Father’s Day…

Happy Dada’s Day to Emma’s 2 daddies: her birth father and her Dada! Birth fathers are often vilified or forgotten in discussions about adoption. Not in our home! We appreciate that Emma’s birth father helped us become parents and chose a different life for his daughter.

Emma and Dada Father's Day 2019

Oh, where to begin…

I had the first of my two biopsies yesterday. I expect we won’t find out the results until tomorrow at the earliest. The fertility doctor was so nice and walked me through everything. We had a good laugh about several different things, and she has a way of putting me at ease. The pain was significant but short lived. And, the cramping she promised afterward was thankfully mild.

So, I walked out of the office thinking I got this. I had been nervous about the procedure, but I was really proud of myself. I was excited to spend the rest of the day with Emma and her Godmother. We were going to have a girl’s day! It was all fun and games until about 30 minutes into our car ride home, and Emma vomited for the first time ever. Sure, she spit up plenty as a baby. But, throw up? No. And, she proceeded to throw up 5 more times on the car ride home. Emma’s Godmother earned herself a medal for sure. She was a trooper and jumped right in to help with each mess ❤️

Once I was home with my toddler napping in my arms and smelling of vomit, I couldn’t help but kind of laugh to myself that this is what I had dreamed about for years. When struggling to conceive and then, adopt, I daydreamed about sleepless nights with a newborn, bath time, teaching a child to read and write, etc. But, I also daydreamed about explosive diarrhea, projectile vomiting, and potty training, etc. We imagined the GOOD and the BAD. After all, they go hand in hand with parenting as well as life. But, it’s what you make of it.

Are we tired? Yup. Are we sad that our daughter is sick? Yup. Are we glad that we are the ones who get to soothe and care for her? You, bet!

And, we hope to do it again with another baby next year thanks to our amazing donors and fertility doctor. Time is both passing slowly and quickly, but we are excited to (hopefully) make a baby.

Country living…

We love all the wildlife we get to see at our home in the country. We got home just as this turtle finished laying eggs, so we didn’t get to watch. But, Emma got to see a turtle up close and personal for the first time. She wasn’t too sure about it, and we heard her nervous cry for the first time. She’d cry for a second and then laugh.