a pause

Patience, they say, is a virtue. I think it mostly looks virtuous but is really just a long, hard slog that is mostly endured. This path toward a second child has definitely required some patience on our parts, and it will require a bit more.

Everything is fine, but we had to put off the embryo transfer today due to a condition called hyper stimulation. This is where the ovaries do not shrink back right away but continue to grow once a woman becomes pregnant. Based on how big my ovaries still were on Friday when I saw the doctor, he wanted to make a last minute decision today depending on how many embryos we had growing. Thankfully, we have enough to freeze at this point and work with in the near future after my body settles. 

Bad news: more waiting. It does get tiresome feeling like my life is in a paused state with this "project". 

However, there is more good news than bad:
- I can stop taking almost all pills I had been downing (5 in the morning, 3 at night)
- I do not have to keep inserting the progesterone "tabs" (yes, I said insert)
- we will not have a Christmas baby (as fine as we would have been with that)
- my ovaries will have a chance to return to their former selves (big plus)

All that, plus Jacob woke up last night around 12:20 after puking up some brilliantly coloured blueberries and continued with bouts of this (sans blueberries) every hour (or shorter) until 5:30 (6:30 the new time) when Fraser relieved me (the man slept through all the other episodes). We went through five shirts, four rubberized pads, four pillow cases, two blankets and one set of sheets. I did two loads of laundry in the middle of the night (thank you to the person who invented such a marvelous machine and to Oxyclean which took out all my blueberry stains!). So..... I'm okay with not having to do a transfer this morning after that and then spend today and tomorrow on bed rest. The boy has needed lots of Mama-love.

Poor little dude has been such a good sport about the whole thing. His two complaints: that his tummy hurts and "how can you make this awful thing stop?" We've been very fortunate that this is really the first time he's ever been sick like this. He's puked one other time in his life when he was two, and in his sleep at that. It's still sad, though, to see your child be so uncomfortable and not be able to do a whole lot for him. 

In the meanwhile, I'll try my best to get back to "real" life for a bit before the next phase goes into affect. I'm not even sure exactly what that means, but it will be much easier than this last go-round (no needles!). 

Be well!