And Then There Were Three

Woke up excited for the "big day". Took progesterone capsule at 10am and prepared for our visit. Joshua picked up pineapple at Sonic for me to help the baby "stick". We took a picture to capture our last minutes as "just the two of us".

Doctor was running behind and nurse Connie prepped me for procedure. Had to drink a full glass of water to help with positioning. Embryo grade was 5A! I was awake for the entire procedure while hubby held my hand and watched on the screen. There was slight discomfort and pressure, but all I could do was pray. "Thank you, Lord."

Those moments following the procedure were satisfying and terrifying all at the same time.

"What if I do something wrong? What if it doesn't take? What if I fail?"

I found myself laying on the couch the rest of the afternoon as I "shushed" all the negatives. I propped my feet slightly up and slept through the discomfort, praying that we were finally going to have a child of our own.

That night, I satisfied my craving for pomodoro sauce at Bravo's thanks to my hubby. Then, Joshua picked up some pineapple afterwards-just to be on the safe side.

I laughed so hard, I cried! He ordered a large cup of pineapple and after ten minutes of confusion and waiting on the carhop, she arrived with a Route 44 cup filled to the brim with pineapple chunks! At least I have no excuse when it comes to eating pineapple!