Our raffle is over. I’m happy, because now we can move forward. But I’m also kind of sad. The raffle took up a lot of my time and kept me busy. Honestly, I was a little disappointed. There were so many people who cared about us that bought tickets and so many people who would’ve really loved that bike. When we picked a winner, it turned out to be someone I had never met. Lucky for my dad (who had offered to bring the bike anywhere on the east coast) he lived locally. The man who won was very nice and I am so grateful that people are willing to buy tickets to support someone they have never met. I guess I was sad because I know he is selling the bike. First of all, it’s way too small for him. But he had called someone to come look at it less than ten minutes after we brought him the bike. I know it’s none of my business what happens now. It just would’ve been nice to see someone win who couldn’t wait to ride their very own Harley. It was hard for my mom to give the bike up, but she wants a grandbaby more than she wanted her bike. And so it’s gone. Hope has been accomplished.
Today was our consultation with our RE. My weight is not an issue. Apparently, weight effects a woman’s egg quality, but we have two frozen embryos, so I don’t need to make any eggs for this cycle. At the end of the month, I will start birth control for somewhere around 12 days. Then I will be put on estrogen patches until I’m eventually wearing four at a time. I will also have to get intramuscular injections of progesterone (yup-like the shot the doctor gives in your hip/butt) until my ninth week of pregnancy. Apparently, the doctor thinks my husband should give me those, which scares me a little. I always did my own shots last time. In addition to these medications, I will take a baby aspirin every day and give myself injections of Lovenox (a blood thinner) in my stomach until six weeks after I deliver a baby. Monday I will see my hematologist, who will recommend the best time to start blood thinners. I have a clotting disorder called Factor V Leiden (which caused my placenta to become clotted and ultimately caused Caleb’s death) and the added hormones can be dangerous.
Our transfer with Caleb last year was on July 31st. The doctor said that this year, we could transfer anywhere from the end of July to the second week in August. That means my pregnancy will be on the same timeline as my previous one. That scares me a little and even makes me sad. February will be hard. There’s no question about that. It’s a terrible month. But now I will be waiting to pass the 31 week mark. And I don’t want to take anything away from Caleb. It’s such a weird feeling. I’m so excited and I want so much to get pregnant and bring a baby home. But it’s always going to be hard to find a balance between my future and my past. How do you incorporate into your life and honor someone who isn’t here anymore?
I think going back to the same RE and everything feeling like it’s repeating made today a little bit rough. I’ve cried more today than I have in awhile. My husband and I watched “The Guilt Trip” tonight. It’s a comedy, but at one point in the movie the mother says to her son something like, “If I had my choice of all the boys in the world, I’d always pick you.” I would have given anything to be able to tell Caleb how much I love him. And I would always pick him. At this point in my life, I can’t imagine being capable of loving someone more. But I know that if I get to bring a baby home one day, I will have thousands more memories with them than I ever did with Caleb. All my memories of my time with Caleb are while he was still in my belly. When I finally got to meet him and hold him, he was already gone.