I debated on whether or not to write this post.
In the end, I think it will help me to get it out.
Ryan and I started a cycle in August to use our frozen embryos.
The doctor tried some experiemental medicine to help my uterine lining.
Everything looked great so we thawed two of our three embryos.
The doctor decided that since one looked great but the other looked just "so-so" that he would thaw the third embryo.
It ended up looking so-so as well so he told us he would like to transfer all three of our remaining embryos.
We agreed and the procedure went well.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and I have purchased several boxed of home pregnancy tests.
I start testing ridiculously early because I just can't help myself.
One morning, I am about to toss the test when I do a double take.
There is a second line there!!!!
I immediately start crying and laughing and dancing.
I call Ryan in to confirm that I am not hallucinating.
He confirms and we let ourselves be in that moment.
From that point on we get up every morning to take a new test and delight in the two-line-ness.
I went into the doctor early to confirm the pregnancy with a blood test.
They called and for the first time in my life someone said, "You're pregnant".
I never thought I would hear those words and my heart was so full it brought tears to my eyes again.
They told me to come back to make sure the numbers were increasing properly in a couple of days.
I went back and they called to tell me that it looked like something was wrong.
They said the numbers were not increasing at a normal rate.
They prepared me for a possible miscarriage.
The next mornings home pregnancy test was lighter and I knew they were right.
That night I had some spotting but it stopped quickly.
Ryan and I prayed that it was just a mistake.
We tried to come up with every reason we could imagine to explain the bleeding and low numbers.
I went back in to the doctor this past Friday and they told me I had lost the pregnancy.
All that was left to do was wait for my body to react.
At this point, all I can say is that we are trying.
We are trying to understand this.
We are trying to deal with our feelings.
We are trying not to be angry.
We are trying.
In the end, I think it will help me to get it out.
Ryan and I started a cycle in August to use our frozen embryos.
The doctor tried some experiemental medicine to help my uterine lining.
Everything looked great so we thawed two of our three embryos.
The doctor decided that since one looked great but the other looked just "so-so" that he would thaw the third embryo.
It ended up looking so-so as well so he told us he would like to transfer all three of our remaining embryos.
We agreed and the procedure went well.
Fast forward a couple of weeks and I have purchased several boxed of home pregnancy tests.
I start testing ridiculously early because I just can't help myself.
One morning, I am about to toss the test when I do a double take.
There is a second line there!!!!
I immediately start crying and laughing and dancing.
I call Ryan in to confirm that I am not hallucinating.
He confirms and we let ourselves be in that moment.
From that point on we get up every morning to take a new test and delight in the two-line-ness.
I went into the doctor early to confirm the pregnancy with a blood test.
They called and for the first time in my life someone said, "You're pregnant".
I never thought I would hear those words and my heart was so full it brought tears to my eyes again.
They told me to come back to make sure the numbers were increasing properly in a couple of days.
I went back and they called to tell me that it looked like something was wrong.
They said the numbers were not increasing at a normal rate.
They prepared me for a possible miscarriage.
The next mornings home pregnancy test was lighter and I knew they were right.
That night I had some spotting but it stopped quickly.
Ryan and I prayed that it was just a mistake.
We tried to come up with every reason we could imagine to explain the bleeding and low numbers.
I went back in to the doctor this past Friday and they told me I had lost the pregnancy.
All that was left to do was wait for my body to react.
At this point, all I can say is that we are trying.
We are trying to understand this.
We are trying to deal with our feelings.
We are trying not to be angry.
We are trying.


















