One survived the thaw, one didn't.
We were pregnant for a hot minute... ecstatic until we learned the embryo had arrested in development and we had a chemical pregnancy on our hands.
I was truly gutted.
A charm Kyle got me after we found out I was pregnant... before we learned it was a chemical pregnancy.
Fast forward to the present... we tried again. Over the course of the past several weeks... we reintroduced ourselves to daily injections, ultrasounds, bloodwork, anesthesia and an egg retrieval, an embryo transfer, bed rest and high anxiety.
I am five and a half weeks pregnant... but I am miscarrying.
I am sad and frustrated... incredibly frustrated. Going through infertility treatments requires so much money, so much time... so much is invested in this one chance to have a baby. And to be so close... yet so far away... it is beyond frustrating.
So now we wait. We have five embryos on ice across town... praying one of them will make their debut into this world someday.